You go and I’ll be okay I can dream the rest away It’s just a little touch of fate It’ll be okay I turn my head up to the sky Focus on one thought at a time I do not let the little thieves Under my tightly buttoned sleeves It couldn’t be a longer time I feel like I am walking blind I have no idle time There are no legible signs There are no legible signs I like the way that you walk I like the way that you talk It’s hard to recreate such an individual gait You wait you turn in the queue You say your sorrys and thank yous I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room You’re not in the room No, you’re not in the room Deepest of the dark nights Here lies the highest of highs Neopolitan dreams Stretching out to the sea You wait your turn queue You say your sorrys and thank yous I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room You’re not in the room No, you’re not in the room