Il testo della Three blocks

Monday morning
Dirty sidewalks
Waiting for me
Outside the door

Walking slowly
On those three blocks
Things won't be like
They were before

Ooh oh

Endless...
Under...
And the springtime
Spent by the sea

All those people
All around me
Were they strangers
Or was it me

Figure out what
I want to be
All of that time
Around in me