Ian Anderson - Strange Avenues lyrics

Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction And everywhere is Main Street in the winter sun The wino sleeps --- cold coat lined with he money section Looking like a record cover from 1971 And here am I --- warm feet and a limo waiting Shall I make us both feel good? And would a dollar do? But in your streets, I have no credit rating And it might not take a lot to be alone just like you Heading up and out now, from your rock island Really good to have had you here with me And somewhere in the crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper Are you ever lonely, just like me?