(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
Once on a cold grey morning
I was walking home alone
The traffic light in the falling rain
The unanswered phone
I was so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once I opened a drawer
In a room of a strange hotel
I saw a photograph of you
You looked so sad and lonely
On a lonesome avenue
So sad and lonely
What could I do
Once in a railway station
In the city where I live
The windows were like mirrors
In this train
`Hey, what you`re doing with your life`
