Lit-

tle

fish,

boat's

too

full,

down

you

go

Brea-

thing

in

salt

and

fuel,

ti-

ny

gulps

Sta-

tis-

ti-

cally

it's

com-

mon-

place,

you're

not

a-

lone

So

end

like

this

inste-

ad

of shot

back

at

home

The

world

is

a

strange

place

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case

Why

do

I

feel

like

I'm

in

the

wrong

place?

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case

Lit-

tle

man,

Nor-

thern

France,

win-

ter's

cold

Eight

hund-

red

hours,

four

thou-

sand

miles,

feet

a-

lone

No

one

I

know

would

e-

ven

dare it,

let

a-

lone

Shan-

ty

town

blee-

ding

out

in

the sha-

dows

The world

is

a

strange

place

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case

Why

do

I

feel

like

I'm

in

the

wrong

place?

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case

Qu-

iet

like

bul-

lets

in

a

brief-

case