You were laid on the floor
I didn't recognize you
Why not?
It seemed there was no one at home
A cold body, a strange smile
I know
The cup of coffee is no longer
So warm and black than before
You tell me to avoid the corners of the ghetto
But I only can meet my own face
In the mud puddles
You laugh at my face
And accuse me of being naive
All that I can say
Tomorrow is another day
Rock'n'roll is over
Walk with me among the tramps
In the subway
Our hands are parted
Our concepts are obsolete
No use searching for love words
In the strike posters
It is enough living in the wrong decade
Yeah, boy
