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 and 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'll never know

"Will you pick me 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

" Will you pick me 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