Cross the road I don't look side to side
But that's okay cuz no one's downtown tonight
Windows glowing condos full of screens
Empty barrooms empty cabs limousines
Just waiting for the weekend
Waiting for someone
This is my down time
I feel your pull
I feel your pull
The crowded skyline shows a rivalry
Arthur Erickson Bruno Freschi
When every window is an episode
With the volume down I skip between shows
Just waiting for the weekend
Waiting for someone
This is my down time
I feel your pull
I feel your pull
Skytrain passes over head announcements on a platform
Speaking out to no one with the force of forward motion
I hear the last train coming as I'm sitting in the garden
Speaking out to no one
I'm a stranger to most everyone
And I hardly even recognize myself