Once I thought I knew where I came from Now fogging up a blur I can’t recall How many times have I been here before Could this be my birth town
Now as I am searching for a soul Crossing country looking for a real job Nothing seems to suit me no Guess i’ll keep doing what I did before
Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left
Looking out at the waves I could stand here for ten more days Crushing stones with my toes That woman looking at me Could she be my relative, oh Would she be my best friend, oh Wonder if she’s seen me here before
Walking down the stairs Anonymous detached On the corner I turn, I turn left