Well there's a boynDown the roadnOf my streetnHe plays guitar like nI have never seennHis parents they getnDrunk and they get meannThe boy nDown my roadnHath no feetnnWell there's a girlnDown the roadnOf my streetnShe sings a tune that carries nThrough the woodsnCuts herself when her boyfriend'snUp to no goodnThe girlnDown my roadnShe weepsnnWell there's a mannDown the roadnOf my streetnListens intently whenever nThat boy playsnCan't adjust to the fact that his wifenDied the other daynThe mannDown my roadnCan't sleepnnThe mannDown my roadnCan't sleep.