They tell me that you know where things went wrong
And ever since your spell
Been dreaming of your highways out

They tell me that you know somehow
That you came off hard against the dusk
They tell me that you know somehow
But you sa; ynow who is there to trust?
And it seems it's all so wonderful inside

They tell me you know where it was
And that you've come somewhat undone

They tell me that you know somehow
That you came off hard against the dusk, ah-ah
They tell me that you know somehow
But you say: Now who is there to trust, ah-ah?