You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way In my stupid hat and gloves, at night I lie awake Wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street
It don't move at all like a subway It's got bums when it's cold like any other place Sittin' down and waitin' for a ride
Oh, then one day, I saw you walkin' down that little one-way Where, the place I'd catch my ride most everyday There wasn't a damn thing I could do or say
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