i ve been pacing all the back streets small steps cigarette in hand both feet barely touching the ground and i can t find my lighter my mouth is dry i m going blind i m as high as i kite and i think i might die tonight i ve been waiting for the first train out of this place but a kink in the track has put me back to the first stop macaulay culkin tell all your friends that i m going home alone again i ve got a fiver to my name sweaty clothes and a swelling brain i ve been waiting for the first train out of this place but a kink in the track has put me back to the first stop