Well, she kinda-sorta knows my name and And I kinda-sorta know hers too And she kinda-sorta looks so beautiful And she kinda-sorta knows it's true And I kinda don't know what she's thinking And I kinda-sorta just don't care And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking When I kinda-sorta catch her stare And I take comfort in knowing That I'll never know the consequence And I guess I'll just keep on walking Until the transit brings her back again Well, she kinda takes away the feeling Of my kinda-sorta loneliness And she kinda-sorta just does something And I kinda-sorta must confess That I kinda really like this feeling When I kinda think she's thinking of me And I kinda like the warmth that she brings When she's kinda sorta in my dreams And I take comfort in knowing That I'll never know the consequence And I guess I'll just keep on walking Until the transit brings her back again And I take comfort in knowing that I'll never know that she doesn't care Ooh And I kinda don't know what she's thinking And I kinda-sorta just don't care And I kinda-sorta feel like sinking When I kinda-sorta catch her stare And I take comfort in knowing That I'll never know the consequence And I guess I'll just keep on walking Until the transit brings her back again Oh And I kinda don't know what she's thinking And I kinda-sorta just don't care