Boy is it coming to me Lotta bodies i don't know Hoped i could get some sleepin' Hope that they will go That boy is crying Forget about the lying He's not singing Cause his ears are ringing I've gotta hit the sheets again Gotta catch an hour before i go Down to the streets beneath me Out into the crowd below Take me to the outer reaches Rock me to and fro This boy is crying Fed up with the lying I'm not singing Cause my eyes are stinging Get me on a roll again Look me in the eye and flash your smile Flash your smile
