| Now ain’t it strange that I feel like Philby | 
| There’s a stranger in my soul | 
| I’m lost in transit in a lonesome city | 
| I can’t come in from the cold | 
| I’m deep in action on a secret mission | 
| Contact’s broken down | 
| Time drags by, I’m above suspicion | 
| There’s a voice on the telephone | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city | 
| Contact’s never gonna show | 
| I’ve got a code which can’t be broken | 
| My eyes never seem to close | 
| Well, I’m standing here in the silent city | 
| Shadows falling down | 
| I’m disconnected but I don’t need pity | 
| The night’s gonna burn on slow | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Now ain’t it funny that I feel like Philby | 
| A stranger on a foreign shore | 
| I’ve got my plans and I must move quickly | 
| There’s a knock upon the door | 
| Still in transit and I’m close to danger | 
| My cover can’t be blown | 
| It’s getting strange and it’s getting crazy | 
| Tell me, what is going on? | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Four o’clock and nothing’s moving | 
| Six o’clock and the daylight’s stirring | 
| Morning comes, must be moving on | 
| All night long my mind’s been burning | 
| Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home | 
| Now ain’t it strange that I feel like Philby | 
| There’s a stranger in my soul | 
| I’m lost in transit in a lonesome city | 
| I can’t come in from the cold |