Strange Avenues - Jethro Tull

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?