did you ever get the feeling
that you're trying to hard
when you're all dressed up
and you're out on the boulevard
looking for another likely face
and going through the same old number
looking in the same old place
well it's a neon night
and all the cars are moving slow
and they circle once more
'cause there's no place else to go
and it all looks like
some crazy masquerade
and you're feeling like a thirsty pilgrim
searching for a piece of shade
now sometimes don't you wish you had
wings
and you culd just fly away
singing bye bye baby
free from all the empty dreams
that let you down
they let you down
still you're all wound up
'cause you're stranded on your own
ain't it funny how a crowded street
makes you feel alone
and your heart keeps saying
baby something's got to give
and it looks like everyone's in limbo
waiting for the chance to live
waiting for the chance to live
waiting for the cahnce to live
