I’m wandering these city streets, there’s nothing here for me

All I see is people running round, buying shit they don’t need

There’s a man begging down on King Street and he grabs me by the wrist

He says ‘son, you know what the biggest killer in this world is? it’s not money,

Not drugs, not guns’

He said ‘It’s loneliness, and it’s killing me, oh this loneliness, it’s bringing me down’

He’ll sleep where the darkness falls, he won’t get no curtain calls and he’s only got one pair of shoes

But he’s got more serenity than the rest of humanity who’ve been tricked into waiting in queues

And his father is dying, he’s got something inside of him, it makes him feel more wrong than right

And his mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying herself to sleep every night, every night

He sees a woman waiting at the stations steps, her conversation fills the air

She’s telling the world about the trouble she’s seen, but no-one can hear

He wanders in to a church with its doors wide open, he’s welcomed in with a half hearted smile

Some guy tells him he’s found all the answers to things like money and drugs and guns

Old man says ‘What about this loneliness, because it’s killing me

What about this loneliness, it’s bringing me down’

I’ll sleep where the darkness falls, I won’t get no curtain calls and I’ve only got one pair of shoes

But I’ve got more serenity than the rest of humanity who’ve been tricked into waiting in queues

And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him, it makes him feel more wrong than right

And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying herself to sleep every night

And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him, it makes him feel more wrong than right

And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying herself to sleep every night

And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him, it makes him feel more wrong than right

And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying herself to sleep every night, every night, every night, every night