Linda Gregg - Bamboo and a Bird lyrics

In the subway late at night. Waiting for the downtown train at Forty-Second Street. Walking back and forth on the platform. Too tired to give money. Staring at the magazine covers in the kiosk. Someone pa**es me from behind, wearing an orange vest and dragging a black hose. A car stops and the doors open. All the faces are plain. It makes me happy to be among these people who leave empty seats between each other.