Where'd everybody go. The distance between always seems to grow And it seems like everybody's gone. But not me, I'm still around And nothing could take
The first seven years your skies were oh so clear And you knew no pain in those days Then I came along and life started going wrong Both yours and mine
We don't play nice You and me all we do is fight and bring each other down I'm feeling like I'm not wanted around So what do we do? You're sick of me
You're not that smart And you're not that pretty either And you're not that fun to be around You got no style And you never have an opinion At least
Poor man sits all alone Counts about nothing he owns. You see him there but you walk on by His cup of change is running dry His whole world is cold and
Tell me where can I run from You, is anywhere out of view? Been running so long, there's nowhere to hide Here now Your presence is all around, the light
you Sunday Eugene Eugene Eugene I said hello, Eugene Are you there, Eugene I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene) Eugene (Eugene) Eugene (oh yeah) I said hello (hello), Eugene
You haven't seen the real life Until all your dreams have been realised I come from somewhere I'm going somewhere else And if the landlord wants me out
Heaven's confetti pelts down We're scattered like a toppled chess board There's a biblical queue for the money machine And a stampede spat out the drugstore
There are so many hours in the day I know I've got work to do but hey My will to move, or even use my brain Is weathered by the eternal english rain And
In a dream-tinted flicker of light I threw my guitar into the sea The world's as quiet as a library All the planet's creatures are asleep Eve slowly falls
Wendy wonders why I've been so cold Wendy wonders why we take it slow These cobbled streets Lead up to under sheets of gold Where fair sanity dictates
I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel I terminate at Bethnal Green I'd shake hands with the devil To get where I want to be Because I feel my soul Swell
Did you drop a clanger? A spanner in the works Did it all pour out the wrong way? Bent out of shape Through the Chinese whispers Oh Clarence I do believe
The street glistens like the stars in the sky The frost christens every car that drives by And then I know Those old black and white movies were true
Well, that wasn't very nice of you Things aren't so glossy Without a posse Oh deary dear I've no business being here Well now as I bow out At the funeral
You were dancing like a dying matador Amongst an armada of four-by-fours We were running in the morning from the land of Lego Fugitives of Rainbow Road