Lost at Last

I've been wandering around in the city Like a ghost that's got nowhere to go Chilly-faced and this place doesn't fit me Way too greedy and big but you know It's a good place to meet with a stranger Or a possibly, pretty, old friend All the kids in the park look like rangers Ten out of ten recommend Nowhere to be Would you believe it Nothing to do Not in a rush Can I get lost With you Never walked to this side of the city Never noticed the tropical birds No one cares about you or your problems Kinda funny how bitter the words Rolling out of your mouth like a poem Bringing truth from your chest and eyes Something shifted inside, it's okay if I die As long as it's not tonight Nowhere to be Would you believe it Nothing to do Not in a rush Nice to be lost With you Time is a thief Moving too slow Moving too fast Never enough Good to be lost At last