I found God on the corner of First and Amistad. Where the west was all but won. All along. Smoking his last cigarette. I said, where you been? He said, ask anything. Where were you? When everything was falling apart. All my days were spent by the telephone. It never rang. And all I needed was a call. It never came to the corner of First and Amistad. Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late. You found me, you found me. In the end, everyone ends up alone. Losing her. The only one who's ever known. Who I am, Who I'm not, Who I want to be. No way to know. How long she will be next to me? Early morning, City breaks. I've been calling for years and years and years. And you never left me no messages. Never sent me no letters. You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want. Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me. Lying on the floor. Where were you, where were you?