My working days are over and I might live somewhere Tomorrow on my shoulders another day to bear Forever and all over I feel like Johnny Day My face upon a poster in some window in Calais Time hangs heavy on my hands and my footsteps’re uninspired Kicked out of the bars where I’m a drunkard and a liar Crying like a dog lost in the night
What is going on? What is going on? Is it something in your words of have I got it wrong? Falling on the ground falling underground Where I cannot speak a word cannot make a sound
I woke up from a short dream with a dazed look in my eyes Until darkness pulled me under and took me for a ride Someone said Time hangs heavy on your hand and your footsteps uninspired Travelling through the depths of your mind where you just cannot hide Crying like a dog lost in the night What’s going on? Oh what’s going on? Oh what’s going o o o o on…