A terrace Heddon Street London

[verse] The sun illuminates the city in long strokes, While I am drinking my second coffee, Reading the newspaper I brought from home, from back to front again, for the second time, [verse 2] a man and a woman are sitting next to me, criticizing everyone who passes by, I order a third coffee, too much caffeine, I wonder where you are, are you still coming? [chorus] read the newspaper, the coffee gets cold, the sun tells me how, I definitely don't feel, On my own, in this world, where no one is alone, this cannot be real [bridge] So here I am: a weekday, on a terrace, Heddon Street, London, where are you?? Does this say enough, about where I stand?? Don’t let me, down like this can’t we make amends?? [chorus] read the newspaper, the coffee gets cold, the sun tells me how I definitely don't feel On my own, in this world where no one is alone this cannot be real [instrumental] [verse 3] Two hours later, I get my stuff, My fourth coffee stays untouched, dark clouds in my head, as I walk home, I have to deal with it: I am alone [chorus] read the newspaper, the coffee gets cold, the sun tells me how I definitely don't feel On my own, in this world where no one is alone this cannot be real [verse 3] Two hours later, I get my stuff, My fourth coffee stays untouched, dark clouds in my head, as I walk home, I have to deal with it: I am alone o here I am: a weekday, on a terrace, Heddon Street, London this, cannot, be, real!! [instrumental] [outro]