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There are too many people on this bus
And not a one of them gives two shits about us
You're all clumsy and high and a seat near the door
It's the end of the line here in New York

And I know how you feel
Can you feel it, Supergirl?

Do you remember the fall of nineteen ninety-three,
When you found your new home out on Ave. C?
Kickin' around with the kids from the Store
It be seven A.M. when you reachin' my floor

And you're not here at all
Come eleven, and you're gone

Listening to Beatles
And sharing your needles
One of us
Is wasting her life,
my friend

You take what you want from the people you need
There's a place in your sun for a lover like me
And down through the cracks of the porcelin street
It's quittin' time in the N.Y. of C.

All the way home you're a bubbling mess
Seems the uptown local's now a downtown express
And I imagine your car on a circular track
There's always somewhere to go
When you're not coming back

And I don't feel a thing
Can you believe it, not a thing

When you tell me you're leaving
I know it's just for the evening
How could it be?
You're wasting my time again