Philby

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby There's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city I can't come in from the cold I'm deep in action on a secret mission Contact's broken down Time drags by, I'm above suspicion There's a voice on the telephone Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city Contact's never gonna show I've got a code which can't be broken My eyes never seem to close Well, I'm standing here in the silent city Shadows falling down I'm disconnected but I don't need pity The night's gonna burn on slow Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby A stranger on a foreign shore I've got my plans and I must move quickly There's a knock upon the door Still in transit and I'm close to danger My cover can't be blown It's getting strange and it's getting crazy Tell me, what is going on? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Four o'clock and nothing's moving Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring Morning comes, must be moving on All night long my mind's been burning Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby There's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city I can't come in from the cold