Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can´t escape the ghost of you.

What is happening to it all?
Crazy some say-
Where is the life that I recognise?
Gone away.

But I won´t cry for yesterday.
There´s an ordinary world somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted me to say-
Pride will tear us both apart.
Well now pride´s gone out the window, cross the rooftops, runaway.
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.

What is happening to me?
Crazy some say.
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away.

But I won´t cry for yesterday.
There´s an ordinary world somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed,
Feared today; forgot tomorrow.
Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk-
Blown away.

Just blowing away.

But I won´t cry for yesterday.
There´s an ordinary world somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Any world is my world
Every world is my world