Seemingly an outcast
You find me in closed circles, astray
You can never catch my mind
Because it is always drifting away

All the streets I have sung to
I am one with the concrete
It is my own
My heart has already switched off
Turned to stone
Many miles of reluctancy behind me

Take me back to 98
My body is about to disintegrate
Hollow in sorrow and the dawn
Will always be tomorrow
Only raindrops to my thoughts
I try and keep them close
But they tend to run frustration
Shut them out not to overdose