Standing on the Corner I was standing on the corner, wondering what's become of me I was standing on the corner, wondering what's become of me Well things don't seem to be the way they used to seem to be
I think I'll go up on a mountain, I'll fling myself off into space I think I'll go up on a mountain, I'll fling myself off into space I'm not doing it because I'm desperate, I'm just trying to save some space
If you ask me what my name is, I'll just stop and scratch my head (note 1) If you ask me what my name is, I'll just stop and scratch my head Well they took away my name and gave me a number instead
Well all the things I used to know seem so far behind There's a lot of new things that are running around my mind