I step out and enter the nightlife,
Take a walk down memory lane.
Spotlights and people surround me,
All of us bombarded by rain.
Out for some noodles, a paper, a beer,
There's not anything more I can do.
Not in this city, not on this world,
An unpleasant fact but it's true.
I head for my spot, I head for my shelter,
I brush up on what counts for the news.
I have my dinner, I pay my bills,
I then head back home for my booze.
The city is bright, but it's really dead,
Or at least with my spirit it's so.
Repeating this process, night after night,
For there's nowhere else I can go.