I witnessed her walking   on the sidestreets in London   in an alleyway fit for a bum.   The strap on her shoulder   had long since broken   and her dress had washed out in the sun.   "To Trafalgar or nothing,"   She told herself   While the taxis all asked her to fight   I had been looking for something   and ever since then   I thought that she could turn out alright.      We're like strangers, though;   like neighbors yelling;   like the song trapped down in the den.   Lately I've been thinking   about all that it could be like   just to live as simple as this.      I followed her walking   to a bank in Manhattan   to a money machine carved out of gold.   and I stood pat, wishin'   as her eyelid kept twitchin'   like a dog left out in the cold.   She said she loved me,   or something   I could tell she was bluffing   Yeah, her eyes do that when she lies.   I hailed a taxi   It missed me   so did she when she kissed me   but there's another one right down the line.      Now, I'm the downtown breeze   airing my secrets   I'm the preacher preaching in sin.   Lately I've been thinking   about all that it would be like   if we could live simple as this.