It's not the same street, nor the old bar, it's been so long, it doesn't seem to be true, but here I am. Back to the city. Chased by people, like a stranger between a hundred, my pockets are empty and my heart too. I don't know who I am. Back to the city. It rains every night. The shadows accompany me and I would like to know if after the storm, when the hurricane passes, I will be able to find you, baby. Some black boots and a blue jacket. The fat waiter, the bus driver. And here I am. Back to the city. In that old bar a song is playing and I don't even have a cigarette. What a terrible disappointment. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you. Sitting at the station. It rains every night. The shadows accompany me and I would like to know if after the storm, when the hurricane passes, I will be able to find you, baby. I'm lost in the city. Back to the city. And if after the storm, when the hurricane passes, I will be able to find you, baby. I don't know. I don't know.