Dam, now I associate Harry with Baker Street. I can never undo this Anon, and that is a good thing.
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, youll drink the night away
And forget about everything.
This city desert makes you feel so cold
Its got so many people but its got no soul
And its taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy,
You used to say that it was so easy
But youre tryin, youre tryin now.
Another year and then youd be happy
Just one more year and then youd be happy
But youre cryin, youre cryin now.
Way down the street theres a light in his place
He opens the door, hes got that look on his face
And he asks you where youve been, you tell him who youve seen
And you talk about anything.
Hes got this dream about buyin some land
Hes gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then hell settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.
But you know hell always keep movin
You know hes never gonna stop movin
Cause hes rollin, hes the rollin stone.
And when you wake up its a new morning
The sun is shining, its a new morning
But youre going, youre going home.