Tom Cochrane

Won't be the first time you sit alone Won't be the first time you wait by the phone Won't be the

I dreamt I was a refugee Who lived outside of town My family in a barrio shack Battered and run down

Walk out Through the rain Where the sound of your own footsteps Speak of Change When we take our

I was standing with my paper there Minding my own news For everything that someone said Someone else

You talk as if in riddles You talk as if in rhymes Down in the lion's lair Stroke yourself to feel

She's got her reasons, yeah, she's got her pride Though she's beaten black and blue One fine day

The streets are covered in chalk The shops are boarded up The bodies are carried back down from the

I'm courageous but I'm weak sometimes Outrageous but I don't often show that side I can be

I've seen enough, the next time you better stay loose There's plenty of government action in the

Loved a girl named Stacy Nearly drove him crazy Took him for all he was worth that wasn't much But

God I hate your needles and your dirty little vial of pills I guess I love the sweat you put me through I

Like a bird, like a bird on a wire Like a drunk, in a midnight choir I have tried, in my way to be free

I wish that I had said things That I had wanted Or at least removed the falsehood Of my pride But

[Incomprehensible] I can't eat, I can't sleep I'm so vain, I'm sometimes so weak

If I was a sailor man If I was lost at sea I'd see your light shining there Off the rocks, off the