Phil Coll­ins – Ano­ther Day In Paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
’sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhe­re to sleep,
Is the­re some­whe­re you can tell me? ’

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pre­tends he can’t hear her
Starts to whist­le as he crosses the street
Seems embar­ras­sed to be there

Oh think twice, it’s ano­ther day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it’s just ano­ther day for you,
You and me in paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying
She’s got bli­sters on the soles of her feet
Can’t walk but she’s trying

Oh think twice…

Oh lord, is the­re not­hing more any­bo­dy can do
Oh lord, the­re must be some­thing you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she’s been there
Pro­ba­b­ly been moved on from every place
’cos she didn’t fit in there

Oh think twice…