I wish we hadn't smoked, that last cigarette
The place is near, so what do we get?
The shadowed coaches let rest
Our legs are twisted as we steam the glass
Batch a stranger's gaze, afraid to ask

I love to walk in town,
But there's always that smell
A cafe where we'll eat
And drink till we're well!
This is your life,
This is so small
Sleeping in doorways,
Corners and halls

Sometimes I know... It's crazy to exist
Yes, it seems so... It's crazy to exist
I think by now... It's crazy to exist
I love to walk in town
Come on let's go in town
I need to be in a town
But we can't go in town