East Side Story - Bryan Adams

There was this girl I used to see — down on 42nd street

She’d walk by on her way to work — n' make the air smell so sweet

I used to sit in a coffee shop — sometimes I’d have a cup

And when she’d go by — she’d light up the sky

Like the sun coming up She be standin' by the bus stop — driver opened up the door

I’d just sit n' watch her — getting on the 104

I wanna give her my number — I wanna tell her my name

Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus

Take a chance she feels the same

It’s just another east side story

Everybody’s got a tale to tell

And like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell

Some things you hold on to — some you just let go Seems like the ones that you can’t have

Are the ones that you want most

I think about her sometimes — I wonder if she was real

And if I ever find her I’m gonna tell her how I feel

It’s just another east side story

Everybody’s got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell

It’s still the same old story — it’s still the same old game

Up there on the eastside — life goes on the same

She never knew my number — never even knew my name

She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again