I Must Be On My Own

Late again, I get home
The morning light flashing on
That's no way to end the day
The washing tables sing with me

What's the use of fooling me?
I can't take this alone
As I light this cigarette
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own

Walking through London station
Screams and laughs all around
Standing in the crowded bus, you know
When my feet start tapping, there you are

What's the use of fantasy?
Sleep is what I want
By the way I see you stare
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own

What's the use of fantasy?
Sleep is what I want
By the way I see you stare
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own

Late again, I get up
Shooting a horse don't wake me up
Watching on the mirror of silence, you know
A happy life, very seldom

What's the use of being grown?
I can't call this a home
As I go the whole way back
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own

What's the use of being grown?
I can't call this a home
As I go the whole way back
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own
I must be on my own