How can there be so many people and no one for me?
How can there be so many people?

Makes you feel like just a number
Running in the human race
You feel like just a number
Running in last place

In the galleries, the shops and cathedrals is there no one for me?
How can there be so many people?
Under the trees, the cranes and the steeples is there no onе for me?
How can there bе so many people?

But you've snubbed so many in my time
You've turned so many down
To think if you'd only picked one
She'd still be around

Into the sea of trenchcoats and collars they pour through the streets
How can there be so many people?
On like a stream of scrambling beetles they flow past me
How can there be so many people?

Makes you feel like just a pin prick
A miniscule speck of dust
One of any number of grains of sand
Crawling on the earth's crust
How can there be so many people and no one for me?
How can there be so many people?