Cleopatra Street, stucco ceiling with stars
Stucco ceiling with stars looking over
Carpet three inches deep
On the formative floors

Cleopatra Street, sidewalk covered in cars
Sidewalk covered in cars every summer
Memories incomplete
But the feelings were ours

So you take two of everything
And put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings
Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing
We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street, I walked the same 30 yards
I walked the same 30 yards last October
It knocked me off my feet
How we reached for the stars

You and Sally, and Steve, me and Bobby McGee
Me and Bobby McGee taking pictures
There's nothing left to repeat
It'll just have to be

So you take two of everything
And put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings
Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing
We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

No one could show us how
We all have to move on now
No one ever let us see
Every side to this divine divide, divide

So you take two of everything
And put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings
Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing
We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing
We're like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street, memories incomplete
That'll have to be fine