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