Each day I get up early in the morning

make some breakeasy and i read the papers

have a cup of coffee myself together

the train won't wait forever.

Another day to make another dollar

a lot of day dreams till i reach the station

swallowed by the city in a sea of faces

just scurrying to different places.

I know somebody I'll pack my things and i'll go

somehow I'm gonna find a way to be free

you and me we'll find ourselves an island

a million miles from nowhere.

Every day I dream the same old story

and every time I do the day seems longer

swallowed by the city in a sea of faces

just scurrying to different places.

I know someday I'll pack my thing and I'll go

somehow in gonna find a way to be free

you and me well find ourselves an island

a million miles from newhere.