in the shadows where the dreams roam
Disappearing into the blue shop
Waiting for the late show
Pinball, sinhal, minds in free fall
making eyes for the slug ball
I'm alone on your streets
And I've been here all of the day,
Football supporters taking the waters,
they're looking around for
and take your time and have a good look
Old man laughs with flowers in his hand
Jazz musicians are down on the bread line
I am alone on your streets
I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
The mind that bleeds disen
Though you'd have a job explaining
Animation, bar conversation,
an ticipation, disinclination
Poor old whiner turns with
from the bottom of the kegs
I've been here all of the day
So long, needless to say,
I'm alone on your streets
and I've been here all of the day
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go