Nobody on the subway Nobody in the winter Nobody with a flashlight Nobody on the subway
Nobody at all
Great news catalog tenement mailbox twisting in the window halfway home don't know when to walk away don't want to know when to walk away
There goes someone that nobody knows
Nobody in a foreign land Nobody by a window Nobody who's a ghost now Nobody on the subway
Nobody at all
Concrete denizens overtone gardeners leaving by the busload blue skies won sounds like something I would say don't want to know when to walk away don't want to know when to walk away
I dunno, something in the world could know you, but all in all nothing that I am aware of knows you now.
