Besedila: Split Enz. Missing Person.

Home to sweet home, it just occurred to me
To be on my own, in search of bitter treats
I get so removed but you never notice it
Step in my shoes, you'll see that I don't fit

I walk home, the wrong way, hoping I'll go astray
I'd like to be a missing person

Eyes open wide, but all I see is black
You thought I was alright just wait till you get back
There'll be no one home and they'll stay up all night
Everyone I know, I'm wishing you goodnight

I walk home, the wrong way, hoping I'll go astray
I'd like to be a missing person
I wander the highways, asleep in your doorways
I'm wanted but I'm a missing person

Missing person, missing person

And I fly by night, fighting to get away
On the neon lights I slip down alley ways
Only safe and sound when silence brings a chill
Now my back is turned, I know I can't stand still

I walk home the wrong way, this time I'll go astray
I like to be a missing person
I wander the highways, asleep in your doorways
I'm wanted, I'm a missing person

Missing person, missing person, missing person