I'm sitting here and looking from the strange window into the alien space And I'm not recognizing any known star I was wandering by all the roads wide and far I had looked back and couldn't see behind me a trace But if I got a single pack of cigarettes Well then things are not so bad up today. And a ticket to the silver-winged plane That's taking off and leaving down only a shade.
And nobody wanted to be guilty with no gift And nobody wanted to make a cat's paw of a fly But without music the death couldn't be believed But without music there's no fun to die.
But if I got a single pack of cigarettes Well then things are not so bad up today. And a ticket to the silver-winged plane That is taking off and leaving down only a shade.