Little Joe was sitting on the sofa And smoking cigarettes Little Joe was sitting on the sofa And thinking about the new day I remember he was the first one who I met I remember he was the first one who I took away Somewhere in this town He is talking to me Grey street was underneath our feet Nobody was there Joey asked: "How can I steal all those lights Which're shining above us?" I remember this hope painted on his face I remember he didn't even say goodbye that day Somewhere in this town He is talking to me