These streetlamps support a marquee of light and fog

But I turn and submerge

Into the underpass of stink I was in before

When I wanted to escape through a back door

As I climb the stairs back up

Amazing sounds create a tunnel-vision

In which I ask myself if I could

Write something before Simon said it all

We must overcome our pride

To be proud in the end

Let’s be mutual heroes

So we won’t feel like underdogs

So we won’t feel like underdogs

Girls all dressed up sitting in passenger seat

Focused on the conversation in their hands

Give it all to arrange your Friday night

That will not change her mind or sight

At least this wouldn’t happen to me

‘cause light and fog is all I see

We must overcome our pride

To be proud in the end

Let’s be mutual heroes

So we won’t feel like underdogs

So we won’t feel like underdogs

And there will always be moments in life

Because of which we’ll make it through the night

And I hope I fix upon my mind

That in the end it’s worth the fight