Late night streets all alone

No one's here, no one's here

Watch the faces come and go



Always spinning around

Drifting further away

She is young, dressed in white

Like a cloud, spins in the sky

Not sure if it'll sun or rain



Always spinning around

Drifting further away

Not sure if she will run or stay

Or follow the holes leading underground



Watching from across the road, she's older now

Than her picture (poster) shows

Some stay lost, some get found

Others drift from town to town



Always spinning around

Drifting further away

Always hear the lonesome cry frail away