My hero .... . On baker street. The limousine stood blacker than the darkest thing. In the rain. Deep in the back. His life was ending. Still they would not let him be.
Pushing all the buttons. Trying to come to something. Flying with his feet on the ground. Full of dreams and visions. In a world of indecision. He ain't around to be pushed around.
deep down we're all the same. fools by any other name. too proud to share the blame. too damn scared to bear the pain. I see a smiling face. she leaves me from this loveless place.