The neighborhood that I live in,

I've always seen as home.


At certain times at the evening,


It's like a no-go zone.




Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.


And I've got features I quite like

And don't mind keeping.





But I still walk the side streets home,

Even when I'm on my own.


If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,


I wouldn't set a foot outside.




You say I live in a bubble,


I find the bubble's best.

At a faint whiff of trouble,


Just turn and head due west.


Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,

As I zip down the street,





No one ever sees me.




That's why I walk the side streets home,


Even when I'm on my own.

If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,


I wouldn't set a foot outside.




I'm tempting fate,


(I know - tell me about it)


So nonchalant,

(I know and I don't doubt it)


I'll probably get it tomorrow.




Till then I walk the side streets home,


Even when I'm on my own.


If I let myself believe...




(Side streets home)

(On my own)


Believe...