Catherine Street

I set up shop on Catherine Street

The rain it pours, it soaks my feet

And when it snows, no one can see

It melts like tears upon my cheeks

Your holy words, you're helpless eyes

I'll hold you back you'll take my life

So when I'm gone, don't be surprised

I've got a plan, I'm doing fine

Take care to meet yourself if you have to go away

It’s a necessary evil, it is hidden in the shame

You can find me there in the back of the train

I’ve been writing you this letter

Since the day I saw the rain

Coming down, down on Catherine street

The snow and ice crack underfoot

We make our way past lamplight crooks

The wind it blew then, but nothing shook

The night my motive finally took

© Della Croce