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Another Hundred People - Stephen Sondheim
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe yesterday
It's a city of strangers
Some come to work some to play
A city of strangers
Some come to stare some to stay
And every day
The ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never
Know
Do I pick you up or do
I meet you there or shall we let it go
Did you get my message cause I looked in vain
Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain
Look I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain
And another hundred people just got off of the train
It's a city of strangers
Some come to work some to play
A city of strangers
Some come to stare some to stay
And every day
Some go away
Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never
Know
Do I pick you up or do
I meet you there or shall we let it go
Did you get my message 'cause I looked in vain
Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain
Look I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain
And another hundred people just got off of the train
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And another hundred people just got off of the train
And another hundred people just got off of the train
Another hundred people just got off of the train
