Rock'n'roll Is Over

You were laid on the floor
I didn't recognize you
Why not? It seemed there was no one at home
A cold body, a strange smile
I know
The cup if coffee is no longer so warm and black than before
You tell me to avoid the corners of the ghetto
But I only can meet my own face in the mud puddles
You laugh at my face and accuse me of being naive
All that I can say
Tomorrow is another day
Rock 'n' roll is over
Walk with me among the tramps in the subway
Our hands are parted, our concepts are obsolete
No use searching for love words in the strike posters
It is enough living in the wrong decade
Yeah, boy