Rocking Chairs. No Sad Goodbyes. Streetwise. Zeneszám

Grew up in this backwards town - dusty alleyways
Learned what they want to you - just the hard way
Pushed around by so-called friends - what you spoke out
They shoved you back down in your seat - when you stood up

It's a long, hard walk on wild streets
Hold on, don't turn back, try to be
Streetwise, streetwise, streetwise

Everyday's just another road - stretchin' out ahead
False step and you wind right up - on the wrong track
What's the use stickin' to the rules - when it's not a game

It's a long, hard walk on wild streets
Hold on, don't turn back, try to be
Streetwise, streetwise, streetwise

Push a little harder, reach a little higher
Try a little longer, hold a little tighter
Yeah, tighter yeah, a little tighter...

It's a long, hard walk on wild streets
Hold on, don't turn back, try to be
Streetwise, streetwise, streetwise