Lyrics:

She grinds her hips, maybe arches her back
Theres nobody there to see when she is doing that
The guys not there, he just doesnt exist
Shes looking at empty space when she's doing this.

She might walk home, shes kind of tired
Or spend some of the money on a cab shes hired.

Below a bus groans by and splashes a man
Who swears out a drunkards curse on the whole damned world
She smiles at that and then starts to cry
She scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dry.

Then shes sitting on the floor with her head hung down.

Listening to another language on TV
Unaware, hair unbound
Wondering where her mother and father might be
If she called, if she called.

She dreams, dont we all dream ?
A place, a way, a recurring theme.

She remembers a time when love was alive
Somehow it gets lost in the sound of the citys morning drive
Lost in the sound of the citys roaring, morning drive.