| Walkin' down walkin' past all the houses |
| Lookin' up and seein' the faces |
| Putting one foot in front of the other |
| As I make my way to the city |
| As I float along I seem to be feeling |
| I could never be part of this city |
| Gazing into the eyes of the locals |
| Then I drift off into a daydream |
| Funny how all of our lives are entwined now |
| I know you and you know me now |
| We play along with the pretension |
| We don’t wanna cause any apprehension |
| I can’t make myself understand now |
| I could be in another country |
| I can’t clear my head to think now |
| I must be in another country… |
| And I don’t know this song I can’t remember |
| But I know I sang it to you in September |
| And I’m sure I must have been somewhere else |
| And I know I spent some time over there |
| And I don’t know this song I can’t remember |
| But I know I sang it to you in September. |