Every day I sit beside you. On the bus to Madison Avenue. Work in the big gray store. With the revolving doors. . You don't even know my name. I guess that I'm to blame.
Every day I sit beside you. On the bus to Madison Avenue. Work in the big gray store. With the revolving doors. . You don't even know my name. I guess that I'm to blame.
My love of life just gets stronger. As the days go by. Somethings I wish, they would last. Just a little bit longer. As the days go by. . Somethings don't look to me.
I remember setting out just to see what I could see. Streetcars rolling by and airplanes flying high they all meant nothing to me. No one ever looked my way or knew that I was there.