The Loneliest Guy (Bowie David)

Streets damp and warm Empty smell metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy Steam under floor Shards by the mirrors frame Clouds green and low 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 Well I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy In the world Not me Not me