Sumner Street
Travelogue
[Verse 1]
There is a waiter on my street
Posing questions without tact
In this town we have no names
In this town I have no face
[Verse 2]
There is a waitress on my street
Posing like a beauty queen
In this town we have no names (In this town we have no shame)
(In this town I have no face)
In this town I have no face (In this town I have no face)
