Where Things Grow Mean

remember taking you to a concert

first time around

waiting by your window

when lights come out

car radio is playing

summer songs

for the dumb and downtrodden

I turn it up and shout in my head

listen to this song

it speaks

in ways I never could

nor ever would

watch me hang the moon with it

she suddenly tells me

love needs loving

but baby, our love won't tire

love needs loving

I'll meet you out in the streets

where things grow mean

I'll meet you out in the streets

where I'll break your heart

I'll meet out in the streets

I'll mend your heart

baby, out in the streets

baby, now

somebody asked me

if I'd say a word

for love has died

just two in attendance

smothered by sins

slowly, as it's custom

a lifetime grown

tell me when I blossom

into devil may care what

so I sat back down

and hung my head

baby, I put in the time

for love needs loving

real love won't tire

for love means loving

I'll meet you out in the streets

where things grow mean

I'll meet you out in the streets

where I'll break your heart

break your heart