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In the middle of the street,

I'm late; cars come but don’t go

People’s eyes are lost or glassy

Looking in the same direction

And if I ask you what’s going on nobody

Says yes or no

The busses go by, full,

all in the same direction

I’m trying to find my way home

Nobody makes a mistake

Nobody sees anybody

It even seems

That nobody can feel anything any more

I’m looking for the way home

I’m looking for the way home

I just arrived

Full of longing

Ah, Tim Maia

I’m going to call

To ask William to come get me