Paroles de Cobbled Streets

Out of the light in the kitchen And out of the house Now that I know what I'm missing I'm not scared to go without What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting When the role I play is a sweet and tired array And I wonder why I am home first every night Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I I saw a glimpse of the world Outside my home town American porch light Hanging over the shop Where my tennis socks are supplied What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting When the role I play is a sweet and tired array And I wonder why I am home first every night Should it be this hard, should it be this hard And I'm good at smiling when required Filter all my words, and you'll like what you heard And I could write a song And sell it to someone who better fits my work But should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting When the role I play is a sweet and tired array And I wonder why I am home first every night Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I