75 Regent Road

Take a look around, see another face
Hear the silent sound leave another trace
To be erased by a million breaking steps
You’ll be sleeping trough tonight by the beat of a traffic light

To the city you’re sworn, in the city you were born
This town might forget, but you won’t regret

Turn around in desperation; watch the time pass in total isolation, Manchester!

Imagine all the things you’ve seen by now, and the struggle goes on and on
Anonymous soul on market street, from here it goes on and on

Apparently you’re dead
No one will catch your smile
Not even in this day
Brand new shoes and dreadlocks there
But you will walk alone now

Charles Street off Oxford Road, then through Deans Gate where Albert square is near
Same round as the other day, tired feet’s before you’re off from the Gardens station