Sunday Driver
Текст песни The Man From Bombay

Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa

Last night
I dreamed I stood
on an empty stage
with walls so high
and the light so bright
shining in my face
Weird faceless crowd
everything spinning around
at some kind of crazy pace

Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Aaahaaa

I spoke out
I heard my voice
sounding way too clear
This is really weird
Is it all my fault?
How did I get here?
Calm as can be
did I hear you whisper to me
what do you have to fear...?

Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Aaahaaa

Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa
Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa

I woke up
the air was still
and the crowd had gone
Is it all my fault?
Did I try too hard?
Did I stay too long?
My dreams are all
losing color and form
When will the dream be done...?