There are some alley cats running down the streets tonight
There's a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight
There's a man from the inside waiting to get old
He tries to write a story that has never been toldThere's somebody on the phone who won't let me be
And the people next door they are watching tv
Well, I think they're talking about the middle east
And it sounds just like a movie waiting for it's releaseI've been moving round in circles
Try to find a way back home
Moving in a circus trying to find my way back home
But it's always the same
Wherever I may roam
And it makes me feel like a dog
Looking for his boneHey my little friend, have you got time to waste
Hey my little friend can you show me my place
Guess there is no relief for a person like me
'Cause I'm the one who's cheated by the things I seeI've been moving round in circles
Try to find a way back home
Moving in a circus trying to find my way back home
But it's always the same wherever I may roam
It's always the same wherever I may roamit's always the same wherever I may roam
And it makes me feel like sometimes
I wish I'd never been bornThere are some alley cats running down the streets tonight
And a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight
There's a man who's standing on a yellow brick road
And he tries to tell a story that has never been told
He tries to tell a story that has never been told
Tries to tell a story that has never been told