Artificii Zilele Bucurestiului Piata Constitutiei

I hope I'm not the only one
Alone in an automobile
Passed out in an asteroid field

Those sparkling days when I was young
Seem lost in an automobile
Passed out in an asteroid field

I couldn’t believe what I saw
No cigarettes
No live instruments
Lonely folks typing on laptops

I think of all the things I've tried to be
It's raining at the beach
And I'm feeling all washed up at 33

With millions of folks around me
But I know that I’ve got a home
Beyond the dark clouds above me

Hide me in your arms
And sing to me
Of all the other sailors
Their promises, flowers and champagne
And in the end
Life's just a Sunday morning

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