David Usher

(just one sec)
(lavalamps are good)
Traveled on the f train down
The people press and crowd
They start to fade like footprints worn away
Only stop and still Im waiting
A thousand faces look the same everyone
A thousand different names
They come on two by two
People fade as people do
Came here of my own volition
Could be my decision
Could be
We may still get by
We may still get by
Wandered down on avenue a
The coffee shops the sweet cache
Of thoughts and words and laughter gone