I walk along these streets again
Like I’ve done a thousand times before
I watch the same old strangers pass by
The same faces I get to know
Each day a little bit more

Nobody really looks at me
Nobody cares where I have been
Nobody cares where I am going
Nobody even knows my name

I walk along these streets again
But shall not grin nor pout
I only come home tired and weary
Endlessly searching for that one thing
That will set me apart from the rest
Forever condemned
To be just another face in the crowd.