blind soul lost in chicago she fell asleep under a bridge drowning out the sound of her sorrow she s finding it hard to exist she keeps running into herself hoping to find somebody else she keeps running into herself hoping that she ll get out of wonderland fame and fortune didn t become her so she says pennyless needing so much more than tomorrow as she stares at the scars on her wrist she keeps running into herself hoping to find somebody else she keeps running into herself hoping that she ll get out of wonderland she keeps running into herself hoping to find somebody else she keeps running into herself hoping that she ll find somebody better she keeps running into herself hoping to find somebody else she keeps running into herself hoping that she ll get out of wonderland