Life in the city's not quite what you thought it would be
Your mood's changed permanently
I don't come around, don't call 'cause I know nobody's home
Since you've been living alone
There's just wind in your sail, no hail if you know what I mean
Not to be obscene
Gonna buy a bus with some rust, fix it up as you please
Live in your fantasies
Sitting 'round waiting for your very own gallery show
Wonder who's gonna go
The hands of the clock start to knock on yesterday's door
Who is this all for?