Chinese Cadillac (feat. The Weather Prophets)

Lying in his bed at night He hears the trains go by Rolling past the graveyard Marking out the time Oh lord grant me glory Oh lord grant me fame Oh lord, get me out of this Then everything will change So the boy got lucky Turned his world from grey to red And all the circus people Gathered round his head On the night I met him The Christmas streets were cold Last year's decorations Falling from the wall Silent people pushing past They didn't know his name He had come from nowhere And he was going back there again All the night I listened All the night he talked I looked for the answer behind his eyes There was nothing there at all