Rory Gallagher

Now aint it strange that I feel like Philby,
Theres a stranger in my soul,
Im lost in transit in a lonesome city,
I cant come in from the cold,
Im deep in action on a secret mission,
Contacts broken down,
Time drags by, Im above suspicion,
Theres a voice on the telephone
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city,
Contacts never gonna show,
Ive got a code which cant be broken,
My eyes never seem to close,
Well, Im standing here in the silent city,
Shadows falling down,
Im disconnected but I dont need pity,
The nights gonna burn on slow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now aint it funny that I feel like Philby,
A stranger on a foreign shore,
Ive got my plans and I must move quickly,
Theres a knock upon the door,
Still in transit and Im close to danger,
My cover cant be blown,
Its getting strange and its getting crazy,
Tell me, what is going on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Four oclock and nothings moving,
Six oclock and the daylights stirring,
A Morning comes, must be moving on.
All night long my minds been burning,
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home,
Now aint it strange that I feel like Philby,
Theres a stranger in my soul
Im lost in transit in a lonesome city
I cant come in from the cold
[ Philby Lyrics ]