Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is main street, in the winter sun
The wino sleeps, cold coat lined with the money section
Looking like a a record cover from 1971
And here am I, warm feet and a limo waiting
Shall 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 the crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper, whisper
"Are you ever lonely, just like me?"