Busy street, passerbys
Moving past like they're high
High on life
At an intersection looking out
Watch the people mill about
They're all going somewhere
Got no time,
No time to stop,
No time for what got left behind
Intersection, lights go, green
Stop, red, wait no, yellow, oh
Just go.
Don't stop, don't wait, don't look behind you
Cus we got no time
No time to stop,
No time for what got left behind
Busy street, stands a child
At the intersection looking out
Waiting for an outreached hand
Waiting for the fakes to fade
And something solid to hold on to
Lights turn and still there she stands
All alone, waiting until the end
For something to happen,
For something to stand,
In the chaos, in the crowd
Stand out, to shout!
I am here! Never fear,
For the real will prevail
Over the fakers, the passerbys
Going left, and right, and straight
Ahead, without a passing glance
Without offering a hand
Intersection, lights flashing, red
Stop, wait, no, yellow, oh
Don't go.
Stop and wait a moment, for the sound
To emerge from the headphone haze
From the cellular refrain
Stop and step just a step slower
And see the someone waiting
The left behind
The cold, small hand, that fits
Exactly into your own
Like the spoon into its mold
At the intersection, lights go green
And watch the passerbys
Walking hand in hand
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