Skyway

You take the skyway high above the busy little one-way
In my stupid hat and gloves
At night I lie awake wondering about sleep
Wondering if we’ll meet out in the street
Do you take the skyway?
It don’t move at all like a subway
It’s got bums when it’s cold like any other place
It’s warm up inside
Sitting down and waiting for a ride
Beneath the skyway
Oh, then one day, I saw you walking down that little one-way
Well, the place I catch my ride most every day
Wasn’t a damn thing I could do or say up in the skyway
The skyway
Skyway