Strangers on the Avenue

Look at all the interesting people
Surely leading interesting lives
Oh I cannot begin to imagine what that’s like
Even though I think about it all the time
I think about it all the time
Look at how they shuffle down the sidewalk
Oblivious to everything around
Strangers on the avenue
And strangers underground
Moving up and moving down
Stepping in and stepping out
The truth, the lie
The jury, the judge and the alibi
I am not the one that’s right I am just watching
And someday I’ll be blamed for this I know
And someday I’ll be blamed for this