Strokes

Whether you're in L.A., Sunny laid back L.A. Whether you're in New York, Comfort 'round

Those that try anything once Should we care about the only ones? All the time that I need is never

That was you up on the mountain All alone and all surrounded Walking on the ground you're breaking

I didn't take no shortcuts I spent the money that I saved up Aw mama runnin' out of luck Well

Slip back out of whack, at your best It's a nightmare So I'm joining the Army No house

You don't have to be so down Everyone can hear you in this whole damn crowd You don't have to try so

Well I don't feel better When I'm fucking around And I don't write better When I'm

Right, wrong, what to do Someday it will come to you Hostile Indians, we named a summer camp for you

Now we're out of time I said it's my fault It's my fault Can't make good

I want to sit in bed And time in a hand, I will be the one And he's alone outside And in your face

Everybody sees me But it's not that easy Standing in the light field Standing in the light field

How did anybody find out where I was? How did anybody find that out? I was hiding from the world, I was a

Oh, oh, mercy, mercy me Oh, things ain't what they used to be, oh, no Where did all the blue skies

Some people think they're always right Others are quiet and uptight Others they seem so very nice nice

He seemed impressed by the way you came in Tell us the story, I know you're not boring I was afraid that