I'm walking down a street with no end

an evening wind is blowing cold

ethereal tune a radio voice

alone in the heart of the crowd

what's in the air

the feeling they share

looking full of hope

oh no no no

sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for

sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for

the savior from afar



collar up high, a fresh cigarette

vacant windows line the way

men on the news with nothing to say

they tell the same tales every day

suffering alone whispering cries

trying to call

I can't help you

sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for

sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for

the savior from afar



[ahhh aaaaa's]



sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for

sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for

the savior from afar