: I'm a drifter who has lost his way And I'm still searching for my dream A wandering nomad with no home to stay Just like a gypsy or a refugee Lookin
: Walking 'round this metropolis With its buildings that reach to the clouds There must be millions of people out there Walking 'round with their heads
: Everybody is a victim of society Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety Pantomime players in the grand tradition Winners and losers till the intermission
: Babies being born every day In a world where there's so much to discover All the babies crying out from the womb Not much room, can I come out mother
: Look at us here today Lots of talking with nothing to say And if I seem somewhat vague It's because I'm somewhat afraid I'm surviving, that's all I
: Isn't it strange meeting you here Two old friends Just sitting down quietly drinking a beer But knowing your past the way that I do After all this
: They want your mind and your body But they don't understand And don't care much about it Gotta work for your country Society's built on concrete and
: You keep on accusing me Of making your life misery But if that's not abusing me, what isn't You wanna be my friend, well it's too late My love for
: A hopeful adventure Got missionary ways Could start in the jungle Feel this way Search for an answer Over land and over sea All the mountains Of promised
: That's life in the big city You beg for mercy but you got no pity Low-life zero mentality Vandalized victims of depravity Fast food, take-out mentality
: Went for a walk down the Old King's Road, To see if anybody was there. But there was nobody home at 3 Bywater Street, And they had sold Cadogan Square
: Everybody got something hidden In a darkness deep inside Everybody gotta fatal flaw Everybody got something to hide Take a look into my eyes See the
: Living in a world where the flesh is cheap. Body touches body but it's only skin deep. I can hold you in my arms every time that you weep But we've
: In the beginning of it all there was the land And the sea and she sky Then into the middle of it all there came man To live on the land. And then a
: This song is dedicated to the memory of Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans. Like a seed that is sewn All the children are scattered By a breeze
: What am I doing in a place like this When it's painfully clear that my face don't fit? What am I doing acting identikit, When all I want to do is to
: Another Saturday night and everybody gets together The pubs are turning out and all the streets are alive But the people wanna party so they come back
: Life grinds on day after day. In the city streets and motorways. The tension spreads just like a plague, Killing reason on the way. Like wildfire it
