He attempts to walk on water
I see people gathering on the street corner
The night's becoming blurred
Until a ringing telephone cuts through the air
He says, "You better believe there is another me"
He says, "You better believe there is another me"
I know he's starting to have doubts
As he hears the ring of the telephone
This night is spinning out of control
He knows he's got all but nowhere to go
Well, I shouldn't have believed as I did from the start
Believed that yet another person has died in the city
I suppose when he died the train was still going
- he'd already reached his last stop
He says, "You better believe there is another me"
He says, "You better believe there is another one like me"