The pavement cracks and the telephone boxes. Are passing me by unseen. It just feels like a dream.
It gives me time to think, While I listen to my favourite song. I don't care, what they say.
The street runs along under my trainers, As the music blasts into my mind. With a life of its own it guides my journey.
It gives me time to think, While I listen to my favourite song. I don't care, what they say.
Other people just look like ghosts. They're cancelled out of my mind.
It gives me time to think, While I listen to my favourite song. I don't care, what they say.