I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime
It takes me nowhere which I knew
I need a reason
Call it treason
Maybe catch her I don't know
Too Much to knowbring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind
Lady screaming, lady leave
'cause sometimes people stare
Coming down, electric chair
And steaming crowds they gather and they shoutdon't know why this evil follows me
So why is he trying to follow me?
How many reasons do they need?
I might just be right this time
I might just believe this timeits a new religion
I'm talking for free, I can't stop myself
I've something to see, I can't help myself
(its a new religion)
Songwriters
Taylor, Roger Andrew / Taylor, John / Taylor, Andy / Le Bon, Simon / Rhodes, NickPublished by
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