Once I thought I knew where I came from   Now fogging up a blur I can’t recall   How many times have I been here before   Could this be my birth town      Now as I am searching for a soul   Crossing country looking for a real job   Nothing seems to suit me no   Guess i’ll keep doing what I did before      Walking down the stairs   Anonymous detached   On the corner   I turn, I turn left      Looking out at the waves   I could stand here for ten more days   Crushing stones with my toes   That woman looking at me   Could she be my relative, oh   Would she be my best friend, oh   Wonder if she’s seen me here before      Walking down the stairs   Anonymous detached   On the corner   I turn, I turn left