The night sky and the city start blending
In silence and shadows
The bright lights and the crowds never tempt me -
They miss the point

Can you tell me how I feel?
Can you tell me how I feel?

Down there it seems that everyone's psychic
And full of suggestions
Down there everyone's trying
To make their point

What about how I feel?
What about how I feel?

The are Lovers and Prophets,
Witches and Bosses,
Street [bad word]  Strangers, "Girls at the office",
Talk shows with klansmen, Palmists and Con Men,
Therapists, Authors, Priests and the Lawmen...

What about how I feel?
Can you tell me how I feel?

How could you know?