Late night streets all alone   No one's here, no one's here   Watch the faces come and go      Always spinning around   Drifting further away   She is young, dressed in white   Like a cloud, spins in the sky   Not sure if it'll sun or rain      Always spinning around   Drifting further away   Not sure if she will run or stay   Or follow the holes leading underground      Watching from across the road, she's older now   Than her picture (poster) shows   Some stay lost, some get found   Others drift from town to town      Always spinning around   Drifting further away   Always hear the lonesome cry frail away