They can take away the moonlight
And the trains
And the clotheslines down
Dig a hole
And rub sand
In summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
All the parking lots are empty
But they breathe
As the old shops beneath them, awaken
In summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
In summer's open sore
In summer's coming storm
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Come rain, come strangers at the bus stop
There's a fair on Ann Street
Come rain, come strangers at the bus stop
There's a fair on Ann Street
There's a Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
Nickel on the concrete
Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
Nickel on the concrete
Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
Nickel on the concrete
Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
A Buffalo (Buffalo)
Nickel on the concrete