There
Over the kicked chair
Been hanging there since Tuesday
Just don
How d'ya treat a stranger
How d'ya keep her warm at night
When all is said and done you know it
Losing, losing my hair
There
This is the grand finale
Peace talks in a cafe
Just don
Robbed of our sanity
By that old chestnut vanity
Lost in the lonely streets
You know it
Losing, losing my hair
Somewhere between the Zanzibar and the second coming
We crossed the great divide, with fortune on our side
All throughout the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past
Women and children, like half eaten apples on the roadside verge
Fallin