Wake up in the morning with my dog bark for a walk Look up the plastic moon sticking on the ceiling Go out grabbing my eye's The town is already working Standing at the corner and light up smoke The buses go to and fro having black suits men aboard Hiding their faces with newspaper and phone Smell of coffee and flower float on the lively street A bartender closes the bar and goes to bed I'm not an artist neither an unusual dreamer Just sing a song for my anonymous day Drink up a coffee and put out smoke Nothing change… It's my corner Ordinary order It's my corner Stories meet at this corner I'm not an artist neither an unusual dreamer Just sing a song for my anonymous day Drink up a coffee and put out smoke Nothing change… It's my corner Ordinary order It's my corner Stories meet at this corner Ordinary order It's my corner Stories meet at this corner