As the night comes in, I watch the buildings out the window start to fade.   There's people down by the street   that knew this neighborhood before the bricks were laid.   If they couldn't get away in a car,   I guess they walked to the bar,   and ordered up a rum and lemonade.   It gets me thinking about just passing time and trying to get by,   leaning out the window just to listen to the sirens go by.   You don't belong to this world   so many people are coming on strong   I won't belong to this world, not if I belong to you.   Some kid is playing guitar down by the subway while i'm waiting for your train   he cocks his eyes round about and rolls a toothpick in his mouth   and sings out "you don't have to stand in the rain,"   then a noise from down the tracks turns my distractions to verbs   and as the cars come to a stop i watch you step to the curb.   You don't belong to this world   so many people are coming on strong   we don't belong to this world, now that I belong to you.