Crowded City Street - Ethan Gruska

Look at all the pretty girls walk past

On the crowded city street

Where a lot of nothing happens fast

There’s a million people talking

None of them say a word

Not to me

They’re all looking at the daily paper

Or they’re wearing out a new dress

Or they’re cleaning up from crying

For a death on a birthday

And I worry about all my imperfections

While I am looking for the perfect thing to say

So many are the lonely days that pass

On the crowded city street

Where a lot of nothing happens fast