Everything that you say, is in a foreign language
No longer see the bay, past the horizon
Your friends are all strangers, no longer with the herd
The monkey is laughing, at each and every turn
Walking alone
On the streets again
Instinct leads to home
And dreams, that never end
Rowing through life, on so many boats to know
Perspectives of a knife, anytime you're towed
The sparks that you catch, moments of a trend
Brew another batch, for struggles with friends
Walking alone
On the streets again
Instinct leads to home
And dreams, that never end
Maybe only trying to help, a crutch when you run
For so far or so long, no longer hear the gun
Peace and quiet at last, the mosquitoes completely gone
Removing all the masks, when you find where you belong
Walking alone
On the streets again
Instinct leads to home
And dreams, that never end
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