Your father almost wistfully
Says he used to look up at the stars
Your mother most endearingly
Tells you that she used to play guitar

But there’s a new day coming
They can feel it in their bones
Go tell the lonesome morning
To pack its bags and start to move along

Your brother used to talk of
Nothing else but alcohol and weed
Your sister on the telephone
Used to be a beauty queen indeed

But there’s a new day coming
They can feel it in their bones
Go tell the lonesome morning
To pack its bags and start to move along

We’re waiting for the new day on Alexander Street
Walking round in circles till there’s blisters on our feet
The sunlight shines, the stars align, the people take their seats
Waiting for the new day on Alexander Street

Mister Anderson used to read his news here every day
His Sister Madeline still hoping she might learn to change her ways

But there’s a new day coming
They can feel it in their bones
Go tell the lonesome morning
To pack its bags and start to move along

We need no introductions - we used to be complete
Walking round in circles till there’s blisters on our feet
The sunlight shines, the stars align, the people take their seats
Waiting for the new day on Alexander Street

On Alexander Street

Music and Lyrics © 2010 Brett Terry, All Rights Reserved.