I'm sentimental

So I walk in the rain

I've got some habits

Even I can't explain

(...)

I sit and daydream

I've got daydreams galore

Cigarette ashes

There they go on the floor

I go away weekends

Leave my key in the door

Why try to change me now

Why can't I be more conventional?

People talk

and they stare

So I try

But that can't be

Because I can't see

My strange little world

Just go passing me by.