you take the skyway
high above the busy little one-way
in my stupid hat and gloves
at night i lie awake
wonderin’ if i’ll sleep
wonderin’ if we’ll meet out in the street

but you take the skyway
it don’t move at all like a subway
it’s got bums when it’s cold like any other place
it’s warm up inside
sittin’ down and waitin’ for a ride
beneath the skyway

oh then one day
i saw you walkin’ down that little one-way
where the place i’d catch my ride most everyday
there wasn’t a damn thing i could do or say
up in the skyway

Paul Westerberg