all day the city's selling somethingnalways, the busy people spinning 'roundnbusierndizziern'til they go back home to somewherennand taxies stop to say hellonwant a ride? I'll take you therento anywhere, just tell my drivernnthe sun is casting shadowsnan afternoon is fadingnI ask, but no one knowsnthe answer to the questionnmy life is like an islandnwhere does this ocean go?nnshyly, a wino sips his winenslowly, cause to him that is all that mattersnhe sees a cat he knows so wellnnow sleeping on a bench togethernna woman waiting by herself, selling flowersnplease buy some, so I can help my daughter, will you?nnthe man with spider eyebrowsnis standing on a cornernwho wants to see a show?nhis head looks like a melonnhe turns into an alleynthen stops to blow his nosensky is filled with neonnthe buildings stand electricnand almost seem to glownwant answers to the questionnmy life is like an islandnwhere does the ocean go?nI really want to knownmy life is like an islandnit's time for me now to flynwhere does the ocean go?n