The Loneliest Guy - David Bowie

Streets damp and warm

Empty smell metal

Weeds between buildings

Pictures on my hard drive

But I’m the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

Steam under floor

Shards by the mirror’s frame

Clouds green and low

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

Well I’m the luckiest guy

Not the loneliest guy

In the world

Not me

Not me