Here I am on this two-way tracknOn the train, which runs straight past my window,nOrdinarily.nnAnd the prize is as clear as day.nHope to God that everyone finds someone,nSomeday.nnOh, 'cos nothing countsnIf nobody ever comes in here.nI almost diednFrom all of the laughter I can hear.nnI was loth to change my views,nStill I am tumbling fast from the clouds,nBack to earth.nnAnd no matter where I turn,nIt's this lame-ass fear, in the same old way,nStrange familiar sounds,nAlways keep me herenWhy do they keep me here?nn'Cos nothing countsnIf nobody ever comes in here,nI almost diednFrom all of the laughter I can hear.nn'Cos nothing countsnIf nobody ever comes in here,nAnd I'll just die,nAnd I'll just shrivel up and die.nnAnd I'm tumbling fast,nTumbling fast from the clouds.nAnd I'm fumbling now,nTugging a string that won't work.nnAnd I'm tumbling fast,nReally tumbling fast from the clouds nWould it matter to say nownThe buildings look like they were drawn by the same hand?