Through cloudy eyes I can see the distant signs of what used to be
The signs of joy disappear in the sighs of futility
And in my mind all my pretty paper dreams have flowed
In city streets are the sights and the sounds of activity
The bustling crowds on the supper-minded ways never notice me
How can I be free?
How can I find all my pretty paper dreams alone?
Oh baby
Help me
Oh baby
Help me
Help me
Oh baby
Help me
Help me
Oh baby
Help me
Oh baby
Help me
Oh baby
Help me
Help me
Help me