Walking down my street
Is walking down your street
Now that I've found out that you live just next door
The boats on the channel
The clouds soft as flannel
Or maybe that's just 'cause I'm thinking of what you wore
Stretch out on the porch swing
Strumming a 12-string
Wondering just how much karma that I've accrued
I peek through the grapevine
Thinking of white wine
Poured in a glass or a coffee mug built for two
Well I ain't gonna stay inside no more
There's so many opportunities
Just outside my door
Sometimes in the kitchen
If I really listen
The album you're playing comes through and I scrutinize
The chordal progression
The vocal inflection
But I'm sorry to say that it's nothing I recognize
Walking down my street
Is walking down your street
Now that I've found out that you live just next door
The boats on the channel
The clouds soft as flannel
And I'm smiling out loud 'cause I'm thinking of what's in store
Well I ain't gonna stay inside no more
There's so many opportunities
Just outside my door
Outside my door