She grinds her hipsMaybe arches her backThere's nobody there to see when she is doing thatThe guy's not thereHe just doesn't existShe's looking at empty space when she is doing thisShe might walk homeShe's kind of tiredOr spend some of the money on a cab she's hiredBelow a bus groans byAnd splashes a manWho swears out a drunkard's curse on the whole damned worldShe smiles at thatAnd then starts to cryShe scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dryThen she's sitting on the floorWith her head hung downListening to another language on TVUnaware, hair unboundWondering where her mother and father might beIf she called, if she calledShe dreams, she dreamsDon't we all dreamA place, a wayA recurring themeShe remembers a timeWhen love was aliveSomehow it get's lost in the sound of the city's morning driveLost in the sound of the city's roaring, morning drive
She grinds her hipsMaybe arches her backThere's nobody there to see when she is doing thatThe guy's not thereHe just doesn't existShe's looking at empty space when she is doing thisShe might walk homeShe's kind of tiredOr spend some of the money on a cab she's hiredBelow a bus groans byAnd splashes a manWho swears out a drunkard's curse on the whole damned worldShe smiles at thatAnd then starts to cryShe scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dryThen she's sitting on the floorWith her head hung downListening to another language on TVUnaware, hair unboundWondering where her mother and father might beIf she called, if she calledShe dreams, she dreamsDon't we all dreamA place, a wayA recurring themeShe remembers a timeWhen love was aliveSomehow it get's lost in the sound of the city's morning driveLost in the sound of the city's roaring, morning drive