[MARTA]
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 their friends of friends
Who they'll never know
Will you pick me up, or do I meet you there?
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 their friends of friends
Who they never know
Will you pick me up, or do I meet you there?
Should 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
Another hundred people just got off of the train
Another hundred people just got off of the train