My working days are over and I might live somewhere 
Tomorrow on my shoulders another day to bear 
Forever and all over I feel like 
Johnny 
Day 
My face upon a poster in some window in 
Calais 
Time hangs heavy on my hands and my footsteps’re uninspired 
Kicked out of the bars where I’m a [bad word] and a liar 
Crying like a dog lost in the night 

What is going on? 
What is going on? 
Is it something in your words of have I got it wrong? 
Falling on the ground falling underground 
Where I cannot speak a word cannot make a sound 

I woke up from a short dream with a dazed look in my eyes 
Until darkness pulled me under and took me for a ride 
Someone said 
Time hangs heavy on your hand and your footsteps uninspired 
Travelling through the depths of your mind where you just cannot hide 
Crying like a dog lost in the night 
What’s going on? 
Oh what’s going on? 
Oh what’s going o o o o on…