Walking through places
that I used to go.
Picture a silhouette that I used to know.
Moving quite quickly past a street parade,
voices that echo through the colonies.
Moving through twilight in some shell.
An old man is crying there, yet what the hell?
And the flickers in the darkened room.
Is it my contact coming on too soon?
I'm on the outside looking in.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
I'm on the outside
looking in.
I'm on the
outside looking in.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
I'm
on the outside looking in.
I am a stranger here, or so I'm told.
My eyes felt danger
for the young and old.
Is this a dream that I made up yesterday?
Something that's real, and now I'm here to stay.
I'm on the outside looking in.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
I'm on the outside
looking in.
I'm on the outside looking in.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
I'm on the outside looking in.
I'm on the outside looking in.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.
I'm on the outside
looking in.