He don’t, hang around with the gang no more, He don’t do the wild things that he did before He used to act bad, used to but he quit it. It makes me so sad, cause I know that he did it for me, I can see he's still in the street His heart, Out in the street. He don’t comb his hair like he did before, He don’t wear those dirty old black boots no more, But he's not the same, something in his kissing that tells me he's changed, know that something’s missing inside. Something died, still in the Street His heart is out in the Street. He grew up on the sidewalk, streetlight shining above, He grew up with no one to love. He grew up on the sidewalk, he grew up running free, He grew up and then he met me. He don’t, hang around with the gang no more, He doesn’t smile like he did before. I wish I didn’t care, I wished I’d never met him, They’re waiting out there, I know I got to set him free, He's gotta be out in the Streets His heart is out in the Street. He don’t hang around with the gang no more Out in the Street.... fade by: José Duarte [email protected]