| I walked through city limits
|
| Someone took me in to do it
|
| Attracted by some force within
|
| It had to close my eyes to get close to it
|
| Around the corner where prophet lay
|
| Saw the place where she’d a room to stay
|
| A wire fence where children play
|
| Saw the bed where the body lay
|
| And I was looking for a friend of mine
|
| And I had no time to waste
|
| Yeah, I was looking for some friends of mine
|
| The car screeched in the sand and dust
|
| Heard a noise, just a car outside
|
| Metallic blue turned red with rust
|
| Pulled in close by the building’s side
|
| In a group of forgotten youth, had to think
|
| Collect my senses now
|
| Turned on to a knife edge view
|
| Find some place where my friends don’t go
|
| And I was looking for a friend of mine
|
| Down the streets the houses looked the same
|
| Getting drunker now, faces look the same
|
| I walked round and round, no stomach torn apart
|
| Nail me to a train, had to think again
|
| Trying to find a clue, trying to find a way to get out
|
| Trying to move away, had to move away and keep out
|
| Four, twelve windows, ten in a row behind a wall
|
| I looked down, low the lights shine like a neon show
|
| Inserted deep felt a warmer glow
|
| No place to stop, no place to go
|
| No to time to lose, had to keep on going
|
| I guess they died some time ago
|
| I guess they died some time ago
|
| And I was looking for a friend of mine |