---

I don't keep track of the world today
I just walk, walk that solitary block
I don't keep track of the friends I make
I just talk, talk and try my key in every lock

And I don't try to be good anymore
I don't keep score
When I have I don't need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage

You know I'm a foreigner in my heart I think I lost my way
I just coast, coast, coast, like a wanderer's ghost
And the beauty in the streets always makes me cry
All that polka-dotted laughter butterflying by

But I don't try to make jokes anymore
I don't keep score
When I have I don't need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage

I used to pray but now I write to you
And sign a mumbling-tumbling-human-dumpling fumbling for something
In the pocket of my life there's the loose change
Of a childhood tossed and lost and freedom one at such a cost

But I don't try to be free anymore
I don't keep score
When I have I don't need more
And it could be the start of a golden age
Or a gilded cage, or revolutionary rage

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.