As I sit in my seat I look for many lovers to meet The occasional one walks by I kinda find it fun to try to catch his eye Make my way off the train Start walking through the pouring way I find myself following the boy that's on the phone See is she's waiting for him or he'll be alone
And I still don't Know any guy But I know I'm on my way home
Make my way on the bus Feels good to leave all the street fuss Then I accidentally tripped Joan The lady from taking her orange juice sip Go from warmer to cold Pass the houses inhabited by the old Now Jack is freezing my extremities Makes it ten times harder to find my keys
And I still don't Know any guy But I know I'm on my way home
