They tell me that you know where things went wrong And ever since your spell Been dreaming of your highways out
They tell me that you know somehow That you came off hard against the dusk They tell me that you know somehow But you sa; ynow who is there to trust? And it seems it's all so wonderful inside
They tell me you know where it was And that you've come somewhat undone
They tell me that you know somehow That you came off hard against the dusk, ah-ah They tell me that you know somehow But you say: Now who is there to trust, ah-ah?
