Hot times living in the city and I'm feeling pretty down.
I've been walking in the rain and I'm hungry now.
I've been fighting in the morning trying
to get what's rightly mine.
I can't see which way I'm going and I'm running out of time.
Where will I be?
Who will I see?
Who can I show my troubles to when there's not you
to see me through?
I've been hunted,
I've been haunted,
I've been living like a dog.
Treating life like a miracle,
I'm living in a fog.
Angry evenings, lonely mornings and
I'm dreading going on.
Seeing others in the meantime,
finding you're the only one.
Where will I be?
Who will I see?
Who can I show my troubles to when there's not you
to see me through?
