Streets Upon Streets and endless opportunities to meet
About some touch or a glance
Finally we have the change to count the scars
Before this goes too far keep in mind
It's a fine line, a fine line
I'm sure you had a fine time, cuz there's a fine line
Between adoration and dispossession
A lotta waiting around, a lotta paper work
A lotta staring at the ground, yeah, my head's down
And again, and all again, I feel it all, I can't recall
Out there it's just burned out copy everywhere I look
And a moment of this or that can't erase the years of sorrow
And a moment of this or that can't erase the years of sorrow
(I'm just passing through, so are you... so are you)
I heard that it's too late(?!), almost picked up my things
One thing from the year with her
I saw the light of day and the heart of the way
I was brought to assume that
I feel it happen and I can't call it
Happen, I'm just passing through, so are you!