As the night comes in, I watch the buildings out the window start to fade.nThere's people down by the streetnthat knew this neighborhood before the bricks were laid.nIf they couldn't get away in a car,nI guess they walked to the bar,nand ordered up a rum and lemonade.nIt gets me thinking about just passing time and trying to get by,nleaning out the window just to listen to the sirens go by.nYou don't belong to this worldnso many people are coming on strongnI won't belong to this world, not if I belong to you.nSome kid is playing guitar down by the subway while i'm waiting for your trainnhe cocks his eyes round about and rolls a toothpick in his mouthnand sings out you don't have to stand in the rain,nthen a noise from down the tracks turns my distractions to verbsnand as the cars come to a stop i watch you step to the curb.nYou don't belong to this worldnso many people are coming on strongnwe don't belong to this world, now that I belong to you.