the lights are low in ireland tonight
and I’m on the northern highway
the goats are in the garden
and the radio’s playing my way
my car’s seen better days
none of them with me
and this fine white line’s the borderline
separating you and me
well I’m thinking about a friend of mine
he says
‘I’ve got so many strings to my bow’
I said
‘if you want to follow the easy road
you better follow the one you know’
he ended up in the middle of the road
I wound up on six string street
he’s happy today
in the middle of the road
and I’m on six string street
I worked in an office into ’86
and the walls were painted grey
but I still get fluorescent flashes
out on this northern highway
not about my employment
it was no big deal
but a girl I knew was the one who
changed the way I feel
she says
‘I know you care about this affair
but it can’t go on you know’
I said
‘if you’re looking for your
home sweet home
you better just get up and go’
she ended up in the middle of the road
I wound up on six string street
she’s happy today
in the middle of the road
and I’m on six string street...
now I’ve found my way out of the countryside
and got back into the town
my true love’s gone forever
but that don’t get me down
she said ‘I couldn’t sort out my life
and I certainly couldn’t sort out you’
oh baby that’s the last thing
that I knew that you would do
when I said
come with me
set yourself free
straight down the middle of
six string street