Abacab

See the lonely man there on the corner, What he's waiting for, I don't know. But he waits every day now. He's just waiting for something to show. And nobody knows him, and nobody cares, Cause there's no hidin' place, There's no hidin' place For you.

Look up on the wall, there on the floor, Under the pillow, behind the door. There's a crack in the mirror. Somewhere there's a hole in a window pane. Do you think I'm to blame? Tell me, do you think I'm to blame? (When we do it) you're never there. (