� 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. �