You were laid on the floor I didn't recognize you Why not? It seemed there was no one at home A cold body, a strange smile I know The cup if coffee is no longer so warm and black than before You tell me to avoid the corners of the ghetto But I only can meet my own face in the mud puddles You laugh at my face and accuse me of being naive All that I can say Tomorrow is another day Rock 'n' roll is over Walk with me among the tramps in the subway Our hands are parted, our concepts are obsolete No use searching for love words in the strike posters It is enough living in the wrong decade Yeah, boy