The night sky and the city start blending In silence and shadows The bright lights and the crowds never tempt me They miss the point Can you tell me how I feel? Can you tell me how I feel? Down there it seems that everyone's psychic And full of suggestions Down there everyone's trying To make their point What about how I feel? What about how I feel? There are Lovers and Prophets Witches and Bosses Street Drunks, Strangers, Girls at the office Talk shows with Klansmen, Palmists and Con Men Therapists, Authors, Priests and the Lawmen What about how I feel? Can you tell me how I feel? How could you know? How could you know?