Everywhere we go we feel like we're strangers, . On the other hand it makes us feel major; . If they never knew then maybe they'll name ya, . Don't let 'em change ya. . When you finally find what
Bedsitter. Sunday morning going slow. I'm talking to the radio. Clothes and records on the floor. The memories of the night before. Out in club land having fun. And now I'm hiding from the sun.
I'm lost again and I'm on the run. Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways. I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listeni