Strange weather in Tokyo If I saw the light, would I know? She tiptoes to me in her sleeping clothes A million different people go to work Strange letters You left to me Burning in my drawer on the bowery Letters I cannot bear to read As far away from me as I can be Sha-la-la, oh my word, how am I still unsure? I don't wanna think about you anymore Two bluebirds in martha bar Two shoes on my feet Oh, to be a stranger on the street Gray, clever Dirty sheets, West Virginia trees In my teeth, one more cigarette In my tea leaves You predict the future for a fee Sha-la-la, oh my word, how am I still unsure? I don't wanna think about you anymore Two bluebirds in martha bar Two shoes on my feet Oh, to be a stranger on the street