A trader in furs living in exile   Boy, what a kook, look at that passport   Stale bread and paper without privilege   If you live here learn the language      When the rain hit the roof   With the sound of a finished kiss   Like a lip lifted from a lip   I took the wrong road 'round      A room in a lighthouse near the park   The ghosts in the next room hear you cough   Time drags on Sundays spent in Mayfair   With all your riches, why aren't you there?      Well, the wind acts like a magnet   And pulls the leaf from the tree   And the town's lost its breath   I took the wrong road 'round      Handsome is good, pretty is better   What was that phrase, grace under pressure?   Blind by the light bulb, blood to the bank   Lost all yours letters when the ship sank      In the disjointed breaking light   The soft blue approach of the water   Makes a sound you won't forget   I took the wrong road 'round      Stranded at low-tide where the river bends   Wouldn't you know it? That's how life ends   Lucky at cards, that's an old lie   Lucky in love, that's how life ends      Well, the turncoats turned around   When they heard the sound of the bell   Dropped their coins into the well   I took the wrong road 'round      Started out Oliver, ended up Fagin   Don't you worry, it's my problem   What's my name, what's my number?   I'm the lonely one      It's just at the end of the day   When the light makes its slow move away   That I know all I can say is   I took the wrong road 'round      Gambled with risk, paid you back with risk   So now you know who your friends are   They'll steel your shadow when your back's turned   Bouquets of flowers, lesson's over      When the rain hit the roof   With the sound of a finished kiss   Like a lip lifted from a lip   And I took the wrong road 'round