Ladies and gentleman, Lea Salonga
Wow what a great way of come home
Jet lag? what jet lag
Another hundred people just got off 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
The ones who stay
Can 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 the postered walls with the crude remarks
And they meet at parties through the
Friends-of-friends that they never know
Will you pick me up or do I meet you there?
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'll explain
And another hundred people just got off of the train
It's a city of strangers
Some come to work, some to play
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 the postered walls with the crude remarks
And they meet at parties through the
Friends-of-friends that they never know
Will you pick me up or do I meet you there
Will you let him 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 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