It was just a quarter-mile
To your house in Kensington
It was always ninety-five degrees
Hey, Julie
Hey, Julie
Walking to the swimming pool
February, back to school
All that summer, you were cool
Hey, Julie
Hey, Julie
I'm standing
Standing on the street of early sorrows
Standing
Standing on the street of early sorrows
You never know just what you've lost
Until it's yours and then it's dust
But you remain and never rust
Hey, Julie
Hey, Julie
I'm standing
Standing on the street of early sorrows
Standing
Standing on the street of early sorrows, yeah
Standing on the street of early sorrows
Yeah, standing
Standing on the street of early sorrows, mmm
Standing on the street of early sorrows
Standing, standing
