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?"
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"Strange Avenues" as written by Ian Anderson
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