� You're here, but you're actually way over there in a distant place. Wish I could care less. Less than I do, but I don't cause I still see your face. �
� When I'm sleeping through a corner copy of the New York Times. Didn't find a word about us, should've made headlines. �
� Taxi cabs and metro passes. Feeling small, but moving fast. A million faces that I'll never know. �
� Underwhelmed and overzealous. Really, I guess I'm just jealous. Cause the city never sleeps alone. �
� If I saw you on the street, would you be a stranger to me? �
� Someday, maybe I'll cross 61st without looking both ways. But until then, I subconsciously save you a seat next to me like a sad comedy. �
� Taxi cabs and metro passes. Feeling small, but moving fast. A million faces that I'll never know. �
� Underwhelmed and overzealous. Really, I guess I'm just jealous. Cause the city never sleeps alone. �
� If I saw you on the street, would you be a stranger to me? �
� Hmm... �
� Would you even recognize me anymore? �
� Taxi cabs and metro passes. Feeling small, but moving fast. A million faces that I'll never know. �
� Underwhelmed and overzealous. Really, I guess I'm just jealous. Cause the city never sleeps alone. �
� If I saw you on the street, would you be a stranger to me? �
� Stranger to me. �