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