I think it's funny how we turn around at night
I think it's crazy when you leave me out of sight
You say that your home's far away, and it's not right
To stay together and sleep all through the night
Til it's tomorrow

You're an artist but I just play with words
Working different hours, but baby it's absurd
That in the morning when I'm dreaming, you're half way home
I missed my last alarm call and I'm left to sleep alone
Until tomorrow

But on Thistle Street, the rain comes through my windows
The clouds prevent the sun from coming in
And the people that you meet all shy away into this street
I guess that's why I'm dreaming about you

When you're singing, just play that song you wrote the other night
When you're heading out, make sure you wrap up tight
Cos it's cold outside and Winter's in the air
The streets are icy, and you should take care
When you're walking

But on Thistle Street, the rain comes through my windows
The clouds prevent the sun from coming in
And the people that you meet all shy away into this street
I guess that's why I'm dreaming about you