KNOPFLER, Mark

On Every Street

There's gotta be a record of you someplace

You gotta be on somebody's books

The lowdown, a picture of your face

Your injured looks

The sacred and profane

Pleasure and the pain

Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete

And it's your face I'm a looking for

On every street

A ladykiller, regulation tattoo

Silver spurs on his heels

Says, "What can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you"

She threw herself under my wheels

Oh, it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load

And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat

And it's your face I'm a looking for

On every street

A three-chord symphony crashes into space

The moon is hanging upside down

I don't know why it is I'm still on the case

It's a ravenous town

You still refuse to be traced

Seem to me such a waste

Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

And it's your face I'm a looking for

On every street