Lyrics:

Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,There's a stranger in my soulI'm lost in transit in a lonesome cityI can't come in from the coldI'm deep in action on a secret missionContact's broken downTime drags by, I'm above suspicion,There's a voice on the telephoneYeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2xWell it sure is dark in this clockwork cityContact's never gonna showI've got a code which can't be broken,My eyes never seem to closeWell, I'm standing here in the silent cityShadows falling downI'n disconnected but I don't need pity,The night's gonna burn on slow.Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2xNow ain't it funny that I feel like Philby,A stranger on a foreign shore.I've got my plans and I must move quickly,There's a knock upon the door.Still in transit and I'm close to danger,My cover can't be blown,It's getting strange and it's getting crazy,Tell me, what is going on?Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 2xFour o'clock and nothing's moving,Six o'clock and the daylight's stirring,Morning comes, must be moving on.All night long my mind's been burning,Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, homeNow ain't it strange that I feel like Philby,There's a stranger in my soulI'm lost in transit in a lonesome cityI can't come in from the cold