Another Hundred People - Melanie C

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 the postered 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 the postered 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

And 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