Don't the lights look empty   When the streets are bare   Almost as empty   As the look you give me   When I'm the only one      And it's a long one   So it brings you down   So say you have nowhere else to go   And nothing to do   So you hang around   You hang around      But you wait around until   You've received that fatal wound      Columns of sunlight   And glorious cities   Oceans of opportunity   And all your decisions seem ancient      But you wait around until   You've received that fatal wound