Eloy The Stranger
I'm walking down a street with no end an evening wind is blowing cold ethereal tune a radio voice alone in the heart of the crowd what's in the air the feeling they share looking full of hope oh no no no sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for the savior from afar collar up high, a fresh cigarette vacant windows line the way men on the news with nothing to say they tell the same tales every day suffering alone whispering cries trying to call I can't help you sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for the savior from afar [ahhh aaaaa's] sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been waiting for sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not the one you've been praying for the savior from afar
