I tool the last night bus from the street in the middle of nowhere
I left all my stuff with a man I met on the bus
I took the last walk home from the bus stop to the doorway
I counted all the street lights going on and off
It's not about you babe, soon you'll be somewhere
It's not about these streets, they'll be here forever
It's not about anything, anyone at all
It's just that now we feel so small in the heart of the world
I studied the doorsteps as the rain just started pouring
I smelled the fabric of the old courtains hanging on the wall
I peeled the dry paint from the chair over and over
I counted all the street lights going on and off
It's not about you babe, soon you'll be somewhere
It's not about these streets, they'll be here forever
It's not about anything, anyone at all
It's just that now we feel so small in the heart of the world
Now we feel so small in the heart of the world
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