"Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill. For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill. If I cry for help, would you hear my call? If I stumble now, would you let me fall? Won't you give me a hand, try to understand that I'm a stranger in the city? Stuck inside these streets it's like a human traffic jam. People walk right over me, now they don't give a damn. If I ask for death, would you give me a gun? If I took your hand, would you turn and run? Won't you pity me, just try to see that I'm a stranger in the city?"