We pick up in the
City heat
Stick it out down those
Siamese streets
Hope the rain comes down
I see it's getting dark
Don't you know somehow
That that's my favourite part
Down the way we make
Stops on time
Trading hey's with too
Friendly guy
Hanging in somehow
We wait our turn to leave
How I'm thankful now
For coffee after 3
Let you go on the
Corner there
Hope you know in our
Final glare
Note the rain's died down
And think about my shoes
Glad they're safe and sound
'Cause I hate rubber boots
