One day I was walking through the city
With my hat on and my glasses bright and clear
I was drifting down the roads and I was running up all stairs
But I never I will never come again
Cannot say didn't have a good time
But I might say there was something I have missed
Though I drifted down these roads and ran up every single stair
I have never; had I felt so solitaire
In New York, in Chicago, in Beirut and Berlin
People like Hamsters do their job and turn the wheels
Nobody that I could talk to, lot of time to think
Hoping someday I'll reach an end
One day I was walking through the city
Hands in pockets and my head up in the sky
I was like the 'odd-one-out' who wandered lonely as a cloud
Hear no other and no other can hear me.
Reminding me of being different
Fine arts, you know, I know, who knows?
Do they give us time to think or are they staining us with ink
To make sure that everybody sees
In New York, in Chicago, in Beirut and Berlin
People like Hamsters do their job and turn the wheels
Nobody that I could talk to, lot of time to think
Hoping someday I'll reach an end.
Please hand me paper and pencil
Play me notes and rhythm make it fit
Visit the outside of your room, leave those meadows at the wall
They're just pictures after all
In New York, in Chicago, in Beirut and Berlin
People like Hamsters do their job and turn the wheels
Nobody that I could talk to, lot of time to think
Hoping someday I'll reach an end.