I`m walking down a street with no end
an evening wind is blowing cold
ethereal tune a radio voice
alone in the heart of the crowd
what`s in the air
the feeling they share
looking full of hope
oh no no no
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been waiting for
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been praying for
the savior from afar
collar up high, a fresh cigarette
vacant windows line the way
men on the news with nothing to say
they tell the same tales every day
suffering alone whispering cries
trying to call
I can`t help you
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been waiting for
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been praying for
the savior from afar
[ahhh aaaaa`s]
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been waiting for
sorry, sorry, sorry, I`m not the one you`ve been praying for
the savior from afar