You tried to learn how to live without ever looking at them. / They could talk from inside of a phone booth with all the confidence lost in your own youth / when you were still shy with a walk in the street. / She goes by, and you’re watching your own two feet. / What could you want but the time right in front of you? / And all you could learn from a step off the curb / and a hail to the taxi cab, backseat chauffeur. / You tried to learn how to love without giving anything up, / so you offered a sense of direction, / paid all your compliments, lost all affection, / promised you could live up to your first impression, / lies that your time in the mirror perfected when you were still light with a walk in the street. / You go by, and she’s watching
her own two feet. / But it’s fading away with the morning light, / out of your day and out of your life.