Soft On Lonely Street

SOFT ON LONELY STREET - Written by Carroll Bryant

Knights gather at the round-table

Telling of the battles they have won

Drinking to the sweet taste of victory

And yes, I think maybe I may know some

As for me, I'm still waiting in that line

Ain't got no armor to protect me

My heart is invisible and I can't really claim

To understand how nice winning can ever really be

I think I could fall victim of a love

But I have to feel her, our eyes need to meet

Until then I just play it cool

Playing it soft on lonely street

And so the stories are handed down through generations

And friends introduce friends to other friends

But I can't seem to find that somehow perfect niche

And I don't think anyone truly understands

Now the warriors of the road are pretty big

The competition gets tougher everyday

There's always someone else standing in the picture

And that someone always seems to steal her heart away

Well the king and queen sit high upon their throne

Glancing at the peasants way beneath their feet

I bet they never spent one single night alone

And I'm still playing it cool

Playing it soft on lonely street

And answers aren't visions

They don't appear in sight

You have to take what comes along

To help you get through the night

You know it's wrong, but then again

It's the only right

And nobody's eyes meet

Playing it soft on lonely street

I think I could fall victim of a love

But I have to feel her, our eyes need to meet

Until then I just play it cool

Playing it soft on lonely street

Knights gather at the round-table

Telling of the battles and drinking to their victory

I'm still playing it cool

And playing it soft on lonely street