Below a bus groans by
And splashes a man
Who swears out a drunkards curse on the whole damned world
She smiles at that
And then starts to cry
She scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dry
Then shes sitting on the floor
With her head hung down
Listening to another language on tv
Unaware... hair unbound
Wondering where her mother and father might be
If she called... if she called
She dreams... she dreams
Dont we all dream
A place... a way
A recurring theme
She remembers a time
When love was alive
Somehow it gets lost in the sound of the citys morning drive
Lost in the sound of the citys roaring, morning drive