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:

"Are You Ever Lonely, Just Like Me?"