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came in on an East Wind
holding on to a Western dream
looking over my shoulder
saw a man who remembered me
didn't stop there to reminisce
didn't give him the time
on my own in a city grim
thoughts of my home again
rushing out while i'm rushing in
i'm lost without you
lost without you
took a train to another course
a slow pace would do me good
rolling through someone's heart land
dirty clothes lying in the mids
up a head in the ten yards
under clouds in the dark
speeding under the hot-steel years
i'm lost without you
lost without you
i can see my face as i'm leaving you
every line so out of pace
everything so true
while i sleep alone, never sleep through
turning over what we said
like it something new
i'm lost without you
a far cry from Hollywood
no ties in the neighbourhood
only dead in a sparrow's heart
i flew out like a new cuckoo
have the push of a quick start
sailed on innocence and wind
on my own in the cold and dark
lost without you
lost without you
without you
lost without you
without you
lost without you