Lyrics:
Scurrying across the broadwalkSome places I tend to forgetThe air clings deep in my throatIt's so cold in this luncheonette, wellSomebody wants to know youAn ordinary boySomebody wants to know youA standard Polaroid, wellHere I amEuropean sonSometimes the passengerEuropean sonHere I amSuffragettes in WashingtonDisposable serviettesSearching for the quiet lifeThere's no love in thisLuncheonette, well