"you take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way. in my stupid hat and gloves, at night i lie awake, wonderin' if i'll sleep, wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street, to take the skyway. it don't move at all like a subway, it's got bums when it's cold like any other place, it's warm up inside. sittin' down and waitin' for a ride beneath the skyway. oh, then one day, i saw you walkin' down that little one-way, where, the place i'd catch my ride most everyday. there wasn't a damn thing i could do or say, up in the skyway."
