7 on the dot, he reaches the spot, predictably should beWaiting for the one, her hair in a bun, trying to get freeHe knows when she leaves, and it's always the sameHe knows she's alone, and he thinks it's a shameHe knows all he needs to know, except for her nameShe's a working girl, adrift in the world, so he tells himselfWhen she's heading home, she does so alone, there isn't someone elseHe knows when she leaves, and it's always the sameHe knows she's alone, and he thinks it's a shameHe knows all he needs to know, except for her nameTakes a coffee dog, and eats in the park, on every break from workDreaming of a guy, to sit at her side, and save her from the germsHe knows when she leaves, and it's always the sameHe knows she's alone, and he thinks it's a shameHe knows all he needs to know, except for her name*