Each day I get up early in the morning make some breakeasy and i read the papers have a cup of coffee myself together the train won't wait forever. Another day to make another dollar a lot of day dreams till i reach the station swallowed by the city in a sea of faces just scurrying to different places. I know somebody I'll pack my things and i'll go somehow I'm gonna find a way to be free you and me we'll find ourselves an island a million miles from nowhere. Every day I dream the same old story and every time I do the day seems longer swallowed by the city in a sea of faces just scurrying to different places. I know someday I'll pack my thing and I'll go somehow in gonna find a way to be free you and me well find ourselves an island a million miles from newhere.