wildathearts

If you'd write a map, would you mark my spot, would you position me, and come take me back to the streets of you? I won't be hard to find, I'll be that blinking kind on your radar screen. Please take me back to the streets of you. I turned every stone, I read between the lines, I even asked a stranger, but I couldn't find the streets of you. I ain't the begging type, I ain't the helpless type, but I ain't to proud to ask, please take me back to the streets of you.