cocopop boy

it's no good looking out the window
it can't conjure up what you want to see
all it reveals is a street and the wind blows
mixing up the rubbish with the leaves

only chance has brought you to this place
you are as random as the walking men
so irrelevant how much you change
when you go out you become one of them

you are as the bad wind that carries you
like the rubbish and the leaves in the street
here and there, here and there it hurries you
past a thousand girls you'll never meet