[verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in new orleans
'til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down levis
In the saints town
I can't seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain't moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I'll be damned
He started playing our song

[chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
But I'm out of your [?]
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation

[verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in nyc
Saw an ad for a litigation
Lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light
To turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of [?]
Hit the roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling
As I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I've been here before

[chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
I'm out of your [?]
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation

Well, it's six degrees of separation
Yeah, it's six degrees of separation

[outro]
Thought that I was safe down in new orleans
'til I picked up a quarter from 1979