The neighborhood that I live in, I've always seen as home. At certain times at the evening, It's like a no-go zone. Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. And I've got feet trussed up white like, And don't mind keeping. But I still walk the side streets home, Even when I'm on my own. If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories, I wouldn't set a foot outside. You say I live in a bubble, I find the bubbles best. Add a thing a truffle, Just turn and head due west. Quite light on my feet if I ever need be, As i zip down the street, No one ever sees me. But I still walk the side streets home, Even when I'm on my own. If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories, I wouldn't set a foot outside. I'm tempting fate, (I've no temerity about it) So nonchalant, (I know and I don't doubt it) I'll probably get it tommorrow. Till then I walk the side streets home, Even when i'm on my own. If I let myself believe… (Side streets home) (On my own) Believe...