You believe that you can always
Be famous
Into the heart, heart of a dark
Tv alter
Maybe it’s hard, hard to convince
A million others
That you had a wealth
Of information
Hang out in dark
Half-filled bars, with the soundman
Sleep on the plane
Head in the same
Half-read Walrus
Baby it’s hard, raining around
Oh when you’re waiting
I’m feeling alone,
Most of the time
And maybe now
Or one hour
Maybe now,
Or one hour more.