I shouldn't be hanging round
When the world's turned upside down
You abandoned me
I fell off the tree
To the hard and lonely ground
You've found somebody new
and cracked my shell in two
How could I foresee?
You turned out to be
Such a buck toothed casanova

City Streets and Subway cars
pumping life through my veins.

Every line on the map of my heart
guides me along my way.

And I always know where I am
and which road leads to you.

It's written on the map of my heart...

The roaring bus and the taxis rushing by;