That's the tape that we made,nbut I'm sad to say it never made the grade.nnThat was me, third guitar;nI wonder where the others are.nnI sold the guitar today...nI never did play much anyway.nnVine Street.nnWe used to live there on Vine Street.nShe made perfume in the back of the roomnand me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoopnand we'd play for her the songs she liked bestnto have us play, on Vine Street.nnVine Street, the crack of the backbeat on Vinestreet.nSwingin' along on the wings of a songnand I'll lie in, secure, self-righteous, and surenwhy we've things to say that the people would pay to hear us play, on Vine Street.