PEOPLE IN LOVE

I’d be lying if I said it’s not cold tonight
and I’d be lying if I told you I mind
it’s fall in this city
and I don’t see nothing I recognize

well the street’s kinda wet from the rain we just had
and it’s shining all red in the light
the sign says “don’t walk”
but I don’t think anyone minds
tell me are there always so many people in love?
do they only come out
when I’m trying to forget about us?

I played the cigarette king on a park-bench throne
and God knows a king’s on his own
come on
even those bums got their arms ’round each other

refrain

I think I’m turning back, turning round
I think I stumbled on the wrong side of town
the odd man out
under the boiling clouds
I’m bouncing all through the crowd
a pinball on his fall, on his lonely way down
the static sound of the traffic on the slick streets in the background

well the rain’s coming back
and there’s nowhere to hide
but I’d be lying if I told you I tried
they’re huddled in doorways
they’re sharing umbrellas and everything