today on the street in the metro it s a melancholy day no one speaks passing you by wondering why today like any day rolled out of bed talked on the telephone went to the doctor she said you re ok still i wonder who am i x 4 today in the air on the water ships pass you by clouds fantasize dragging shapes across the sky wondering why who am i x 4 clarion crows for the courtsmans brigade centuries before on this very stage gypsies serenade passed through dna and so it found its way who am i x 4 today on the street in the metro it s a melancholy day