At phillies
A corner downtown
A scene on second street
Stuck at phillies side by side
5 cent a cigar, coffee and silence
Over there they can see
The neon's falling over me
Over there they can be
A fourdom of strangers in front of me
Staring at nothing, thoughts are unclear
None of them are thinking about leaving
And if someone would
There is no sign of an exit
Over there they can see
The neon's falling over me
Over there they can be
A fourdom of strangers in front of me
Lost in a city, cold and dark, stuck at phillies on second street
With silence and coffee, a fourdom of strangers and no one to meet
Over there they can see
The neon's falling over me
Over there they can be
A fourdom of strangers in front of me
