On Every Street

There's gotta be a record of you some place 
You gotta be on somebody's books 
The lowdown - a picture of your face 
Your injured looks 
The sacred and profane 
The pleasure and the pain 
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete 
And it's your face I'm 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 
And you still refuse to be traced 
Seems to me such a waste 
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet 
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street