Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is Main Street in the winter sun.
The wind sleeps - cold coat lined with money section.
Lookihg like a record cover from 1971.
And here am I - warm feet and a limo wating.
Shell I make us both feel good ? And would a dollar do ?
But in your streets I have no credit rating
And it might not take a lot to be alone just like you.
Heading up and out now, from your rock island.
Really good to have had you here with me.
And somewhere in thew crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper
" Are you ever lonely, just like me ?"