Dead End Street - Blake Mills

It’s been years, years

Since I called you friend

Look at me, dialing again

On the edge of a town

With beacons, is it light?

It’s a dead end street

With no end in sight

And the girls they wanna dance

Shady old man like you

There’s a romance

You could shine a red light through

And still try to shake the American blight

On a dead end street

With no end in sight

Down a dead end street

With no end in sight

No end in sight

Guitar Solo

When the elm trees dance on a stormy white

The Bedroom ceilings flicker

You can’t help but notice night after night

The days passing quicker

And a sign to warn… it appears to invite

Down a dead end street

With no end in sight

A dead end street

With no end in sight

No end in sight…