I remember standing on the corner at midnight
Trying to get my courage up

There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown
I loved to watch her do her stuff

Through the long lonely nights, she filled my sleep
Her body gently swaying, to that smoky beat

Down on Main Street


In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers
I used to watch 'em through the glass

Well I'd stand outside at closing time
Just to watch her walk on past

Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet
As she made her way alone, down that empty street

Down on Main Street


And sometimes even now, when I'm feeling lonely and beat
I drift back in time, and I find my feet

Down on Main Street

Down on Main Street