No mail now for eleven weeks
My tongue won't move
when I try to speak
My remote control won't
change the channel
My train broke down
in the middle of the tunnel
If you think I'm joking,
why aren't I laughing?
It shouldn't be me that's up here singing
In the dark, in the dark
Tryin' to feel my way home in the dark,
In the dark, in the dark,
Tryin' to feel my way
home in the dark.
There's seven doors from
which to choose,
Choose all but one and you will lose,
Behind each door is a different scent,
One tunnel ends where another begins,
A laughing girl by the name of Alice,
A red -haired boy with a wicked grin.
In the dark, in the dark,
Tryin' to feel my way home in the dark.
In the dark, in the dark,
Tryin' to feel my way
home in the dark.
Tryin' to feel my way
home in the dark.
Summer's fallin',
off our clothes in the park,
with our eyes wide open
The smell of new cut grass in our hair,
everywhere rolling,
everywhere rolling,
everywhere
Night spreads out against the sky
Men and women
drinkin' take -home pay
Harbor lights are turned up full
And the freeways never close
The sun's turned up
There's a world of entertain
ment waiting
In the dark, in the dark
Tryin' to feel my way home
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
Trying to feel my way home, in the dark
Trying to feel my way home, in the dark
Trying to feel my way home,
in the dark
Trying to feel my way home, in the dark