Cross the border. Into the big bad world. Where it takes you 'bout an hour. . Just to cross the road. Just to stumble across another poor old soul from.
Somehow the words just seem to pass you by. You never understand me. You build me up so you can knock me down. So far down they cannot find me. . I've tried so hard.
Moving slowly, looking lively, knowing we're close to the edge. Evenings over, girlfriend's calling too busy to talk I pretend. I make my way all through the crowded faces of the night.