I wonder if there's no forever No walking hand in hand Down a yellow brick road To never never land These days I get to where I'm going Make it there… - Mark Knopfler

You say I'm the greatest, bound for glory.
Well the word is out and I learned.
I got the latest side of the story:
You're pulling out before you get burned.

I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on her feet
Well the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the roller girl she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all
No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud

You get to meet all sorts in this line of work
Treachery and treason, there's always an excuse for it
And when I find the reason, I still can't get used to it
And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies