London calls me a stranger I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes two Can't control what I'm into

I got my head on a swivel I got my head on a swivel, swivel I can send a missile Eyes peeled when I wiggle This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) If you need me just whistle Call a few plays then break the huddle

Tired as fuck The Greedy Palace has been keeping me up See now then Or get so high that you can't let go I only had to tilt the paddle toward my chin Can't and won't you will and can It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of Being aloft,

There you are You're there with open arms Can't see when I'm falling Losing myself But then I hear you calling Only you know me the way you know me Only you forgive me when I'm sorry Even when I messed it up

We don't, we don't need to talk about this now 'Cause we don't, we don't need to talk about this now Yeah we've been down that road before That was then and this is now The crowds in my heart they've been calling out your name I can remember the good old

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage 'Hey mister' the bellman says 'I can only recall and spend some time I said.' So he replies 'Then how do you manage'? So he replies 'Then how do you manage' Just a dime store poet Keeping pace,

Then why say anything at all? If you can't say that you still love me Don't tell me no lies when you call If you can't say that you still need me If you can't say that you're sorry For all the tears you caused to fall If you can't tell my heart is

I know I love you now But will I love you then? You can see it in my eyes It doesn't really matter 'Cause man I'm cold Man I'm toothless Man my heart is so suddenly useless What a fool you've landed Oh oh oh what a fool you call home

The stars about to fall So what you say Lyla The world around us makes me feel so If you can't hear me call Then I can't say Lyla Heaven help you catch me if I fall Calling all the stars to fall

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,