A cold man, in a cold air city
An illusionated warmth of memories of years long gone.
I'm looking here, I'm looking there,
I looked almost everywhere,
But ther's a mist before me I can't see.
I'm sitting at the bar, I'm talking to a man,
Who says he knows almost everything that there is to know.

I said me, why you're here, why you sitting at this bar,
When the people are on the air searching for a star,
When the people they are on the air searching for a star.

It was a cold and lonely month in a lonly air city
An illusinated love in the heart
Of the lonely materialistic people.
November 74', such a long time ago
And I were doing where materially can't see
And I'm still sitting at this bar,
But now I'm talking to a star,
Who said you know my old friend,
I'm not from a far

I said me, why you're here, why you sitting at this bar,
When the people on the air searching for a star,
And the people they are on the air searching for a star.