round I found It looks ground This is Leave the street feet Draw up a chat. back Everyone's dressed for volume, everything's turned up loud Its a designer's nightmare standing out in this crowd With leathers mixed with tweed, pinstripe with polka dot It makes no difference in this melting pot Chorus Talking business in the corner, politics at the door While the boy brings the house down with his acoustic guitar Going crazy on the dance floor, she don't need no help She's just getting on with being herself Chorus Say hello, old timer, you're looking old against the new Your sign is still glowing and the pain is showing through You're trapped there in the corner, all alone you've watched them grow But as long as you're still standing, I know where I can go I can go, Chorus x2 - Enjoy! * Chords based on Rankin St. Version! Should work fine on all though.