Three o'clock in the afternoon someone shouts in a crowded room "Will somebody talk to me...!? All kinds of people gathered there To me they all seemed unaware of their own presence there How would they notice him?
Rain falls from a cloudy sky and on the sidewalk I decide that this is my peeping-day That is my happy day So I turned the corner saying: What am I supposed to do? Every day is fresh and new locked up in a room full of flowers Now I'm just passing through
"Hey baby, where d'you wanna go?" he said 'n'turned up the radio But she had her earphones on, listening to a better song And I smiled to myself thinking: What is she supposed to do? Drive around the world with you with a bag of batteries and a walkman? Well, maybe she would
What is he supposed to do? Watch the TV-show with you locked up in a room full of flowers? Sorry, I'm just passing through
And everybody on the street acted like they were on TV And I thought "Hey" we're living in an image-factory Choose who you wanna be But the facelift doesn't come free