If I live through the night, I could be all right It'll make a good song or something I've been trying to give myself reasons to live But I really can't think of one thing
I drive around I walk around in circles 'Cause I've got no sense of direction I guess I've got no sense at all
All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain And all the dope in New York couldn't kill this pain And all the money in Tokyo couldn't make me stay All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain
I don't cry anymore, I walk out the door And I usually keep on walking I may sit in a bar where the cocktails are But I really don't feel like talking
I lie around And let the darkness fall 'Cause I've got a sense of perfection And nothing makes much sense at all