Another Hundred People
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe Yesterday
*Repeat*
It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay,
And ev'ry day
The ones who stay {Some go away (2nd x)}
Can {or they (2nd x)} find eachother in the crowded streets and the guarded park,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they hardly know.
Will you pick me up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?
Did you get my message 'cause I looked in vain?
Can we see eachother Tuesday , if it doesn'y rain?
Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain.
And another hundred people just got off of the train.
*Go back to repeat*
*Go here 2nd x*
And another hundred people just got off of the train
And another hundred people just got off of the train
And another hundred people just got off of the train!
