In my younger days, when I felt older then
I tried to talk to you, baby let somethin' warmer in
The games were different, I didn't quite know the rules
It could have been something I said
I remember one day, bikin' round the parkin' lot
Wearin' my dad's haircut and feeling like I played the part
My brother and sister, they would make me conversate
With the passerby who would wonder why
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
Wondering how to get home at night
Wouldn't it be nice to be lost in the city?
Climbin' my staircase, trying to get outside
I reach the rooftop, always the best place to hide
My brother and sister, they would get kicks for days
Hearin' what the strangers had to say