Flogging Molly

Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the Wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our seperate ways
Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine
The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage
Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the Wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our seperate ways
Well we walked upon the railroad
Cause the train no longer ran
Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
From the stars that filled our eyes
With a dollar in your only coat
And a fireball in your hand