I was a regular outside the station bar, but no one would see me catch a train. I was the holder of your cigarette, but I'll be gone when you turn around.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding I don't like the bright lights, I come back home.
I was a rider of the circular with no thoughts to where I'm getting off. I will fall in love with everyone that I see staring back at me.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding I don't like the bright lights, I come back home, you lead me on, I fall back down.
I don't have an opening line, but I'll try. Will I get to come inside, if I wait all night.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding I don't like the bright lights, I come back home, you lead me on, I fall back down.