The Loneliest Guy Songtext
von David Bowie

Streets turn from walls
Empty smell, that′s all
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive

But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy


Steam on the floor
Shots by the mirror′s frame
Clouds green and old
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

But I am the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy in the world

Not me

Not me