The Street Above Lake Erie

While strolling up the coastline of the bold Atlantic Sea

I stumbled upon a love that reached the highest of degree

I told her of the beauty, of the tides that it must bring

With her home being in some foreign land these words didn’t mean a thing

For six warm days and six fine nights we heard the seagulls whine

And she spoke beneath her soft eyes and I answered back through mine

On the sixth night of my laughter seven oceans all were still

And I set out for the road with an empty space my heart once filled

But now she’s a thousand miles away and I’m so weary

And I know the streets are cold above Lake Eerie

The months grew long thereafter and the pain I could not bear

Her memory left me drowning in an ocean of despair

The cold winds blew me up and down the streets of Key Biscane

While her lone voice gently echoed through the alleys of my brain

But now she’s a thousand miles away and I’m so weary

And I know the streets are cold above Lake Eerie

Way out to Salt Lake City up the coast past Monterey

Her loving got no mercy on a lonesome boy this way

The steaming roads will burn your feet, the tide will take its toll

But there’s none that such a cruel lord as the pain inside your soul

But now she’s a thousand miles away and I’m so weary

And I know the streets are cold above Lake Eerie

The whippoorwills are calling through the moonlit summer skies

Out across the lonesome valley … wounded meet their lies

I’ve walked the streets of Porto and I’ve walked the streets of Spain

Searching for a love that I’ll never know again

But now she’s a thousand miles away and I’m so weary

And I know the streets are cold above Lake Eerie

She’s a thousand miles away and I’m so weary

And I know the streets are cold above Lake Eerie