Strange Avenues
Ian Anderson
Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
and everywhere is Main Street in the winter sun
The wino sleeps, cold coat lined with he 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?