On a long and winding grey paved street

Your breath the only friend

Chattering others surrounding you

You're going out again

It's a laugh and a gas new crowd

You tell yourself

While buttoning up your new red shirt 

It's been a twenty years of doing this 

Just the same night into night 

Day into day 

with your preset mind 



Wake up with your preset mind 

With no self control 

And you decide to call the Roll Call 

Of the socialites who mortified 

Can't see as far as their next surprise 

Yeah!, 

happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night 

Believing that they're alive and well

But if asked

They have nothing to tell

Except the words of a clashing rhyme

I'll calmed and out of sync

Even real sounds like a zero

To a brain in lip sync 

Roll' 



On a long and winding grey paved street

Your breath the only friend 

Chattering others surrounding you

You're going out again

It's a laugh and a gas new crowd 

You tell yourself

While buttoning up a new red shirt 

It's been a twenty years of doing this 

Just the same night into night 

Day into day 

Forget your preset mind 

Roll to the end