On a long and winding grey paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again
It's a laugh and a gas new crowd
You tell yourself
While buttoning up your new red shirt 
It's been a twenty years of doing this 
Just the same night into night 
Day into day 
with your preset mind 

Wake up with your preset mind 
With no self control 
And you decide to call the Roll Call 
Of the socialites who mortified 
Can't see as far as their next surprise 
Yeah!, 
happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night 
Believing that they're alive and well
But if asked
They have nothing to tell
Except the words of a clashing rhyme
I'll calmed and out of sync
Even real sounds like a zero
To a brain in lip sync 
Roll' 

On a long and winding grey paved street
Your breath the only friend 
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again
It's a laugh and a gas new crowd 
You tell yourself
While buttoning up a new red shirt 
It's been a twenty years of doing this 
Just the same night into night 
Day into day 
Forget your preset mind 
Roll to the end