White Town (Springsteen Bruce)

It's midnight down in sector two Little girl walkin' dressed in innocence and cool Only fourteen and dressed up for the score Hold that breath now boy, he(?) She dances, baby, to the beat Of breaking glass and running feet Down in White Town Down in White Town Down in White Town Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat Turn the corner and walks down her street In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey Disappears like the scenery in another man's play And as she dances, oh, to the beat Oh the trooper stickin' dresses for the number on the sheet Down in White Town Down in White Town Down in White Town Down in White Town Yeah, Mr. Outside, you're walkin' so free If you turn your eyes so you don't see You act like you're the hand turns the key And you become the hand that turns the key And no matter how I try I cannot understand The way that they will turn a man Into a stranger in his own land Down in White Town (repeat to fade)