The neighborhood that I live in,
I've always seen as home.
At certain times at the evening,
It's like a no-go zone.

Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend.
And I've got features I quite like
And don't mind keeping.

But I still walk the side streets home,
Even when I'm on my own.
If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,
I wouldn't set a foot outside.

You say I live in a bubble,
I find the bubble's best.
At a faint whiff of trouble,
Just turn and head due west.
Quite light on my feet if I ever need be,
As I zip down the street,
No one ever sees me.

That's why I walk the side streets home,
Even when I'm on my own.
If I let myself believe all the bad press and all the stories,
I wouldn't set a foot outside.

I'm tempting fate,
(I know - tell me about it)
So nonchalant,
(I know and I don't doubt it)
I'll probably get it tomorrow.

Till then I walk the side streets home,
Even when I'm on my own.
If I let myself believe...

(Side streets home)
(On my own)
Believe...