Was it a dream? I wanna know. I was in the lowland where all the old folks go. I wasn't here, I wasn't home. I was pickin' static up from a broken radio.
Shame, shame. I was a loner, unloved, I really didn't need any help at all. Shame, shame. I really thought I was fine, I was living it up just despite myself.
Ain't it strange. How everybody says I love you. Ain't it a shame. How a word can tell you more than words can say. I need you here. . Ain't it strange.
Ain't it strange. How everybody says I love you. Ain't it a shame. How a word can tell you more than words can say. I need you here. . Ain't it strange.