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 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
Are you ever lonely, just like me?