You tell me that you cannot
Be what you want to be
I tell you that you can't be
What you're not meant to be

You tell me that you cannot
Do what you want to do
I tell you not to worry
The problem's all with you

London Town brings me down
Makes me feel so unreal
And if I find a place
To someday settle down
Then I know for sure
It won't be London Town

Little noises in the night
Shadows dance before my eyes
Nagging doubts won't go away
Ghosts that haunt me every day

© abracad 2003