Apartment in New York, London and Paris   Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it   It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread   And no one is willing to share it      Why can’t we see our fortunancy   Living as legends have lived.   Bane and dismannered   We coax all the time   Knowing that nothing is left when we die      Come along Fool   A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected   It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death   It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent      Wanting to live and laugh all the time   Sitting alone with you tea and your crime   Children with kids, and people with parents   Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence   When the day comes and all of them bums   Will reveal enchanting persons   Come along...      When it's a rut and baby's no luck   Half of it's misunderstanding love   The war we have won we're winning again   Within ourselves and within our friends   Come along...