Called out my name
Like a moth to a flame,
drawn to the lights
of the city
When I got there
I gazed in despair,
all of the streets
were so gritty
You said you consider me your friend.
Where were you when I was at wits? end?
Running from the city,
all the girls so pretty,
tell me where I am.
Running from the city,
all the streets so gritty,
don?t know where I am.
Did as I pleased
now I?m down on my knees.
Betrayed by the streets in the city.
Wound up in jail,
no one to post bail.
All my dreams fail,
what a pity!
You said you?d be with me to the end,
but where were you when I needed a friend?
Running from the city,
all the streets so gritty,
tell me where I am
Running from the city, isn?t it a pity
don?t know where I am.
Running from the city
You know I?m running from the city.
Running from the city.
Won?t tell you where I am.
You said you consider me your friend.
Where were you when I was in the pen?