Nobody Knows
JEFFREY N CARRUTHERS, PETER JAMES ANDREA
One o'clock in the morning
Wet rails take me home
One in the morning
On a train in the rain
One in the morning
I'm sitting all alone
Thinking and yawning, and what's to be done
Bloody noses, alcohol, and bastard drunks
Blowing kisses to the girls who say too much
Bloody noses, alcohol, and bastard drunks
Blowing kisses to the girls who say too much
They're just showing you what's to be done
Yeah, the people nobody knows
What I say to you
I don't see no one sitting pretty
No one having fun
Out in the city
Slipping down, one by one
In the city
No one's having fun
Out in the city
A thousand times a day
Just think how you pay