Misty silence of the early morning. All around another day is dawning. Goodbyes ain't easy, so no-one sees me when I go. Only time is gonna last fore… - John Miles Foley

Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill.
For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill.
If I cry for help, would you hear my call?
If I stumble now, would you let me fall?
Won't you give me a hand,
try to understand
that I'm a stranger in the city?
Stuck inside these streets it's like a human traffic jam.
People walk right over me, now they don't give a damn.
If I ask for death, would you give me a gun?
If I took your hand, would you turn and run?
Won't you pity me, just try to see
that I'm a stranger in the city?

Not for me all the things you must do
I am glad now that I can see through.
They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind,
searching for something I'll never find.
Don't call me a loser,
call me a rebel.
No one said I must run in this race.
Always right, putting me in my place.
I know it's not easy: believe in yourself,
you won't find the answer in somebody else.
Don't call me a loser,
Call me a rebel.
Call me a rebel.

Over and over
over and over
we will discover
we will discover
that we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.