boy is it coming to me

lotta bodies i don't know

hoped i could get some sleepin'

hope that they will go



that boy is crying

forget about the lying

he's not singing

cause his ears are ringing



i've gotta hit the sheets again

gotta catch an hour before i go

down to the streets beneath me

out into the crowd below

take me to the outer reaches

rock me to and fro



this boy is crying

fed up with the lying

i'm not singing

cause my eyes are stinging



get me on a roll again

look me in the eye and flash your smile

flash your smile