I was a regular outside the station bar,
but no one would see me catch a train.
I was the holder of your cigarette,
but I'll be gone when you turn around.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding
I don't like the bright lights, I come back home.
I was a rider of the circular
with no thoughts to where I'm getting off.
I will fall in love with everyone
that I see staring back at me.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding
I don't like the bright lights, I come back home,
you lead me on, I fall back down.
I don't have an opening line, but I'll try.
Will I get to come inside, if I wait all night.
I go out, to make friends, to get some understanding
I don't like the bright lights, I come back home,
you lead me on, I fall back down.