get me away from here, i'm dying

ooh! get me away from here i'm dying

play me a song to set me free

nobody writes them like they used to

so it may as well be me

here on my own now after hours

here on my own now on a bus

think of it this way

you could either be successful or be us

with our winning smiles

and us

with our catchy tunes and words

now we're photogenic

you know

we don't stand a chance

oh

i'll settle down with some old story

about a boy who's just like me

thought there was love in everything and everyone

you're so naive!

they always reach a sorry ending

they always get it in the end

still it was worth it as i turned the pages solemnly

and then

with a winning smile

the boy

with naivety succeeds

at the final moment

i cried

i always cry at endings

i always cry at endings

oh

that wasn't what i meant to say at all

from where i'm sitting

rain

falling against the lonely tenement

has set my mind to wander

into the windows of my lovers

they never know unless i write

this is no declaration