Once I thought I knew where I came from
Now fogging up a blur I can’t recall
How many times have I been here before?
Could this be my birth town? Oh
Now as I am searching for a soul
Crossing country looking for a real job
Nothing seems to suit me, no
Guess I’ll keep doing what I did before
Walking down the stairs
Anonymous, detached
On the corner I turn
I turn, I turn left
Looking out at the waves
I could stand here for ten more days
Crushing stones with my toes
That woman looking at me
Could she be my relative? Oh
Would she be my best friend? Oh
Wonder if she’s seen me here before?
Could she be my relative? Oh
Walking down the stairs
Anonymous, detached
On the corner I turn
I turn, I turn left
