You're not the man you used to be
I can tell that you still miss her
Mistress, lover, friend or fool
All offer you a shoulder.
Behind your back they're running scared
One look can show a hundred words
I think you're really searching now
While you glare and stumble on
The days they are escaping you.
If you reach a junction soon
You can ask for my direction.
Still if it's dark inside your room
There's no chance of my connection.
There's no chance of my connection.