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 he money section. Looking like a a record cover from 1971. And here an I -- warm feet and the 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 "Are you ever lonely, just like me?"
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