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 feet trussed up white 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 bubbles best.. Add a thing a truffle. 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.. 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.. I’m tempting fate. (I've no temerity about it). So nonchalant. (I know and I don't doubt it). I’ll probably get it tommorrow.. 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...