Thought there was a right turn here
Turns out to be wrong
Thought there was a short cut there
Seems to be so long
I study the lines on the map
And the lines on my face
Am I out of time or out of place

Is this a brave stand
Or am I in danger
How are we supposed to know
When to stay or go
Is this a strange land
Or am I the stranger

Rainy Sunday afternoon
Looking for a toast
All the whisky's Japanese
The bars are full of ghosts
Here in the City of Light
I'm looking for a cave
Am I soul who can be saved

Is this a brave stand
Or am I in danger
How are we supposed to know
When to stay or go
Is this a strange land
Or am I the stranger

Is this a brave stand
Or am I in danger
How are we supposed to know
When to stay or go
Is this a strange land
Or am I the stranger

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): David Ian Jackson