On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day with your preset mind
Wake up with a preset mind With no self control And you decide to call the Roll Call Of the socialites who mortified Can't see as far as their next surprise Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night Believing that they're alive and well But if asked They have nothing to tell Except the words of a clashing rhyme I'll calmed and out of sync Even real sounds like a zero To a brain in lip sync Roll'
On a long and winding grey paved street Your breath the only friend Chattering others surrounding you You're going out again It's a laugh and a gas new crowd You tell yourself While buttoning up a new red shirt It's been a twenty years of doing this Just the same night into night Day into day Forget your preset mind Roll to the end