Strange Avenues by 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 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?''