there are some alley cats running down the streets tonight   there's a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight   there's a man from the inside waiting to get old   he tries to write a story that has never been told       there's somebody on the phone who won't let me be   and the people next door they are watching tv   well, i think they're talking about the middle east   and it sounds just like a movie waiting for it's release       i've been moving round in circles   try to find a way back home   moving in a circus trying to find my way back home   but it's always the same   wherever i may roam   and it makes me feel like a dog   looking for his bone       hey my little friend, have you got time to waste   hey my little friend can you show me my place   guess there is no relief for a person like me   cause i'm the one who's cheated by the things i see       i've been moving round in circles   try to find a way back home   moving in a circus trying to find my way back home   but it's always the same wherever i may roam   it's always the same wherever i may roamit's always the same wherever i may roam   and it makes me feel like sometimes   i wish i'd never been born       there are some alley cats running down the streets tonight   and a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight   there's a man who's standing on a yellow brick road   and he tries to tell a story that has never been told    he tries to tell a story that has never been told    tries to tell a story that has never been told