Streets Upon Streets and endless opportunities to meet About some touch or a glance Finally we have the change to count the scars Before this goes too far keep in mind It's a fine line, a fine line I'm sure you had a fine time, cuz there's a fine line Between adoration and dispossession A lotta waiting around, a lotta paper work A lotta staring at the ground, yeah, my head's down And again, and all again, I feel it all, I can't recall Out there it's just burned out copy everywhere I look And a moment of this or that can't erase the years of sorrow And a moment of this or that can't erase the years of sorrow (I'm just passing through, so are you... so are you) I heard that it's too late(?!), almost picked up my things One thing from the year with her I saw the light of day and the heart of the way I was brought to assume that I feel it happen and I can't call it Happen, I'm just passing through, so are you!