Turn towards the neon nightAnd watch the spectre of the night timeRead the sign ____ killing timeAnd they can't see me, they can't seeSynthetic sounds around the townMoaning bus queues all aloneTrying to find their own way homeSome are young and some are grownThere's still time for meWith just a little help from youThere's still time for meThere's still time for meThe mist of the city has soaken through my clothesThe people who were there before were only there to gloatSynthetic sounds around the townMoaning bus queues all aloneTrying to find their own way homeSome are young and some are grown
