Thought there was a right turn here Turns out to be wrong Thought there was a short cut there Seems to be so long I study the lines on the map And the lines on my face Am I out of time or out of place Is this a brave stand Or am I in danger How are we supposed to know When to stay or go Is this a strange land Or am I the stranger Rainy Sunday afternoon Looking for a toast All the whisky's Japanese The bars are full of ghosts Here in the City of Light I'm looking for a cave Am I soul who can be saved Is this a brave stand Or am I in danger How are we supposed to know When to stay or go Is this a strange land Or am I the stranger Is this a brave stand Or am I in danger How are we supposed to know When to stay or go Is this a strange land Or am I the stranger