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