The old man plays for pennys on Division Street each night
And the darkness is waiting in the alley with a knife
A Whiskey priest says his rosary and fingers each fear
He found in the bottom of a bottle filled with Jesus tears
And Sophie stands in the door waiting for Frankie
Hoping he won't score
On Algren Street
On Algren Street
Tonight
The ghost of Frankie Machine carrying his drums
Is headed for a rented room where tomorrow always comes
And the newspapers look like dancers as they blow across the street
And the wind is out of cigarettes got no place to sleep
The streetlights an invitation to a time thats long since past
Whent the strikers asked for Justice, and Justice finished last
On Algren Street
On Algren Street
Tonight
And the wind is coming quietly now with his broken mandolin
You hear him at the window.. Hes trying to get in
And Frankie remembers what he swore:
You know he said he wouldn't do it, but hes gotta score just once more
On Algren Street
On Algren Street
Tonight