CThese (x32010@1)are not my people, I should never have come here
AmThe (x02210@1)chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
FI (133211@1)know a place, I've seen the face
GAnd (320003@1)I'll take the coast from factory to factory

CThese (x32010@1)nights that I have been all alone
AmAnd (x02210@1)through my window the moonlight she shone
FAnd (133211@1)on my walls the fire she danced
GPlaying (320003@1)out my very last chance to

Crun...run...run...run... (x32010@1)AmDon't (x02210@1)look back, you're moving too fast
FI (133211@1)know a place, I've seen the face
GAnd (320003@1)I'll take the high road from factory to factory

Oh yeah...

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them, I love them, I need them
But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
To the run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun
The sun...the sun...the sun...run...run...run...
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah...

These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah...