Sitting in my empty house
Staring through my window
Counting how I've smoked cigarettes
Listening to myself
Then I start to
wonder
What became of me
Everybody knows my name You would recognize me
I'm the famous rock and roll man
See me twist and shine
Shout through it all I'm shouting What became of me
What became of the jeans and sweater The
hundred club where the jazz was better
What became of the girls I went for The
ones I bought the same cheap scent for
What became of the boys on a Friday night
Going home on the bus in the early night
What became of the girl on the
motorbike What became of the boy that she didn't like
Driving in
my limousine Staring through the window
Nothing but the sound of my voice
From the radio
It's too late to wonder
What became of me