[Verse 1]
Look at all the pretty girls walk past
On the crowded city street
Where a lot of nothing happens fast
There's a million people talking
None of them say a word
Not to me

[Bridge]
They're all looking at the daily paper
Or they're wearing out a new dress
Or they're cleaning up from crying
For a death on a birthday
And I worry about all my imperfections
While I am looking for the perfect thing to say

[Verse 2]
So many are the lonely days that pass
On the crowded city street
Where a lot of nothing happens fast