on the floor

i didn't see you walking down the street
but i was looking for someone new to meet
so it wasn't such a big surprise
when i tried to look you in the eyes
and there was traffic
and the conductor was yelling out his door
watching all the busy people
sitting on the floor

i only saw a little slice of you
but it was too much and turned me blue
when i held your heart above my head
and wondered why my face turned red
and there was traffic
i was lost and couldn't find an open door
watching all the busy people
sitting on the floor

i didn't have a story or a book
but you seemed so fine i had to look
when i felt the heat between your lines
and saw the beauty beneath the signs
and there was traffic
i was lost and couldn't find an open door
watching all the busy people
sitting on the floor

i didn't have a moment's time to lose
but you made it hard for me to choose
sitting in my seat without a sound
and suddenly no one was around
and there was traffic
and the conductor was yelling out his door
watching all the busy people
sitting on the floor