A corner downtown 
a scene on second street 
stuck at Phillies side by side 
5 cent a cigar, coffee and silence 

OVER THERE THEY CAN SEE 
THE NEON'S FALLING OVER ME 
OVER THERE THEY CAN BE 
A FOURDOM OF STRANGERS IN FRONT OF ME 

Staring at nothing, thoughts are unclear 
None of them are thinking about leaving 
And if someone would 
There is no sign of an exit 

OVER THERE THEY CAN SEE 
THE NEON'S FALLING OVER ME 
OVER THERE THEY CAN BE 
A FOURDOM OF STRANGERS IN FRONT OF ME

Lost in a city, cold and dark, stuck at Phillies on second street 
With silence and coffee, a fourdom of strangers and no one to meet 

OVER THERE THEY CAN SEE 
THE NEON'S FALLING OVER ME 
OVER THERE THEY CAN BE 
A FOURDOM OF STRANGERS IN FRONT OF ME


(c) Agnus 2003