I come late but I always make it
I sit here, preferably away from everybody
But then they come rushing
And I don't turn my head
Big guys with nice cars
Small guys with big cars
I don't look up, I don't turn my head
Old stuck ups in their fancy suits
Young rich bored to death
Married with noisy kids
Young couples and a lot of love
Things I would normally want
But then I just don't
Then comes a nice girl
In her early twenties
She walks straight past me
She looks away while her big breasts are looking down on me
I am a proud man I don’t let anyone look down on me
I look up and admire silently