Walkin' down Weir Lane
Under a dusky warm sky
One foot in the shoulder
The third week of July
The air is clearer here
Than back out in Queens
I know every inch of this place
Better than anywhere I've been
And that house
On South Fourth Street
Will get you feelin' alright
Come on in, my friend
You're kin for the night
There's pictures on the walls
Of sandy-haired kids beaming
Hayden's playing pool
In the front room with Eamonn
Tray's in the kitchen
She's dancing to Lucinda
It's such a simple, sweet love
Like a cone of vanilla
And that house
On South Fourth Street
Will get you feelin' alright
Come on in, my friend
You're kin for the night
You're kin for the night
Be who you are
And lay it all bare
Let the neighbors ask
What they're building in there
Building in there
What they're building in there
And that house
On South Fourth Street
Will get you feelin' alright
Come on in, my friend
You're kin for the night
You're kin for the night