Вступление
There's no phone booth
There's no cape
There's no Steve McQueen
to help me make my great escape
How can I fly
like a hero in the sky?
Be a shooting star out in
the stratosphere
Where's "the Shadow"?
He might know
Where's the searchlight in the sky
to point the way to go?
Through some new cloud
to disappear into the crowd
Though the future's dark
there's one thing crystal clear
That there's no home here.