The neighborhood that I live in,

I've always seen as home.

At certain times at the evening,

It's like a no-go zone.



Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.

And I've got features I quite like

And don't mind keeping.



But I still walk the side streets home,

Even when I'm on my own.

If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,

I wouldn't set a foot outside.



You say I live in a bubble,

I find the bubble's best.

At a faint whiff of trouble,

Just turn and head due west.

Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,

As I zip down the street,

No one ever sees me.



That's why I walk the side streets home,

Even when I'm on my own.

If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,

I wouldn't set a foot outside.



I'm tempting fate,

(I know - tell me about it)

So nonchalant,

(I know and I don't doubt it)

I'll probably get it tomorrow.



Till then I walk the side streets home,

Even when I'm on my own.

If I let myself believe...



(Side streets home)

(On my own)

Believe...