Letras
He is sitting in the station with a bottle in a brown paper bag
He picks up a lit cigarette he thinks a bit then he takes a drag
And he sings aloud just to hear his voice
And to hear the language that his father spoke
When he was young and everything seemed so sure
And he says "People don't seem to talk much anymore"
She is standing in a doorway collecting change with a coffee cup in her hands
She puts a copy of the morning paper into a bag full of cans
She's been crying all evening
But you can pretend you don't even know what tears are for
She says "People don't seem to talk much anymore"
When we've got a hope inside our hearts how can we have nothing to say?
You know Jesus watches weeping 'cause it's Him that we've turned away
We are rushing we are back to back we are standing side by side
Our eyes are glazed over like glass we need a place to hide
We are standing like an audience
Hypnotized and trembling to the subway's oncoming roar
But people don't seem to talk much anymore