We're lucky, we can open the door and we can walk down the street. Unlucky, we've got nowhere to go and so we follow our feet. Why is this happening to us? We're not children! Why is this happening? We've too much on our minds. Things creep up on us when we are fast asleep. We are dreaming, we are sleepy, we are stuck to the sheets.
In a town so small there's no escaping us. In a town so small there's no escape from view. In a town so small there's nothing left to do.
(B&S)
