My working days are over and I might live somewhere
Tomorrow on my shoulders another day to bear
Forever and all over I feel like
Johnny
Day
My face upon a poster in some window in
Calais
Time hangs heavy on my hands and my footsteps’re uninspired
Kicked out of the bars where I’m a drunkard and a liar
Crying like a dog lost in the night
What is going on?
What is going on?
Is it something in your words of have I got it wrong?
Falling on the ground falling underground
Where I cannot speak a word cannot make a sound I woke up from a short dream with a dazed look in my eyes
Until darkness pulled me under and took me for a ride
Someone said
Time hangs heavy on your hand and your footsteps uninspired
Travelling through the depths of your mind where you just cannot hide
Crying like a dog lost in the night
What’s going on?
Oh what’s going on?
Oh what’s going o o o o on…