Crowded City Street

Look at all the pretty girls walk past
On the crowded city street
Where a lot of nothing happens fast
There's a million people talking
None of them say a word not to me

They're all looking at the daily paper
Or they're wearing out a new dress
Or they're cleaning up from crying
For a death on a birthday
And I worry about all my imperfections
While I am looking for the
Perfect thing to say

So many are the lonely days that pass
On the crowded city street
Where a lot of nothing happens fast