David Francey - Streets of calgary

^AScarecrows painted up like d^Aolls ^AHand between the concrete w^Aalls ^DDidnt have too far to fa^Dll ^AFrom where they started o^Aut

^ABeneath the streetlights mask and g^Alare ^AThe stillness of the midnight a^Air And the q^Duiet of the passing stare of the c^Aar that turns about

^EThe empty streets this time of ni^Eght ^AThe ever chan^Dging traffic li^Aght You s^Etand there higher than a k^Eite ^AToo high i^Dn your ^Ehigh heel^As ^EStroke your hair and stand dem^Eure ^AAs if you really werent su^Are If y^Eoure the catch or youre the lu^Ere But I k^Fmnow you know the de^Eal

The ^Eempty streets this time of ni^Eght ^AThe ever cha^Dnging traffic li^Aght You s^Etand there higher than a k^Eite ^AToo high i^Dn your hi^Egh heels^{A E}Stroke your hair and stand d^Eemure ^AAs if you really werent su^Are If ^Eyoure the catch or youre the l^Eure But I kn^Fmow you know the de^Eal ^A

^AThe midnight world was passing ^Aby ^AAnd I crossed the street and I ca^Aught your eye And in a ^Dvoice as hard as nai^Els you sighed ^A"Do you want some compan^Ay"

^ANo thanks I said and crossed the ro^Aad ^AAnd then I watched you in the street b^Celow ^AAmong the cars that moved so s^Alow ^Fm NC A Through the streets of Calgary

^AFi^Ang^Fmerp^Eick ^AFinal strum