Loud noises from the road
They don't scare me anymore
But I miss the white corridors
At the place where we lived before
And in our very best get-up
We stepped down into the world
This city's soul was still up for grabs
For thos who'd fly across town in a taxi cab
To fly across town in a taxi cab
To fly across town in a taxi cab
These days I'm in the bubble
I'm living what they call a quiet life
I do no more than what's expected of me
And I hope I will suffice
So take another soft pillow
Take your pill and drift away
This really is a good life, on the whole
And who am I to crave so much more?
It really makes no sense at all
I wasn't always, I wasn't always this way
I wasn't always, I wasn't always this way
I was always on the outside
Trying to weazle my way in
But…