Foo Fighters

winding you way down to baker street
light in your head and dead on your feet
well another crazy day
you'll drink the night away
and forget about everything
this city desert makes you feel so cold
its got so many people but its got no soul
and its taking you so long
to find out you were wrong
when you thought it held everything
you still think that it was so easy
you used to say that it was so easy
but you're trying, you're trying now
another year and then you'd be happy
just one more year and then you'd be happy
but you're crying you're crying now
way down the street there's a lad in his place