The Loneliest Guy - David Bowie
Streets turn from walls

Empty smell, that's all

Weeds between buildings

Pictures on my hard drive

But I'm the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

Steam on the floor

Shots by the mirror's frame

Clouds green and old

No Sign No nothing Now

But I'm the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

All the pages that have turned

All the errors left unlearned, oh

But I'm the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

In the world

Not me

Not me