Walk the street in funny clothes and
Wonder if they know where
Everybody goes when
When they're going home
Is home a grassy place
Or is it outer space
If everything's a waste
Just punch me in the face
Back out on the busy street
It's an abysmaI feat
That we will never greet each
Other on the street
Why do we stay discreet
And never get to meet
We just forget to see
These strangers are like us
Why can't we see / be where we are
Drive so lonely in our cars
I wish i could scream aloud
Every every's running out
I don't know what to do
But sing a song
It's about time
We started getting things right
It's about time
Oh yeah
Walk the street and wonder why