I play out my role Why I've even been out walking They tell me that it helps But I know when I'm beaten All those lonely films And all those lonely
When I find you waiting hours; oh, You're there to save my life for our obvious goal We've got a headstart for happiness For our part, guess we must
Empty hours Spent combing the street In daytime showers They've become my beat; As I walk from cafe to bar I wish I knew where you are; Because
It's no good praying to the powers that be 'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree No good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for
Your hair hangs in golden steps You're a bonafide in every respect You are walking through streets that mean nothing to you You believe you're above
