Another hundred people just got off of the train And came up through the ground, While another hundred people just got off of the bus And are looking around At another hundred people who got off of the plane And are looking at us Who got off of the train And the plane and the bus Maybe yesterday.
It's a city of strangers, Some come to work, some to play. A city of strangers, Some come to stare, some to stay. And every day Some go away
Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks, By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks, And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks. And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know. "Will pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?" "Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain." "Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?" "Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain."
And another hundred people just got off of the train. And another hundred people just got off of the train, And another hundred people just got off of the train, And another hundred people just got off of the train. Another hundred people just got off of the train.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
