Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans ´Til I picked up a quarter from 1979 Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend button-down Levis In the Saints´ town, I can´t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain´t moving on Threw the quarter in an old street case And I´ll be damned, he started playing our song
Six degrees of separation You´re all over this damn nation But I´m out of your reach geographically But you still find a way to get a hold on me And it´s six degrees of separation
Hailed a cab up in NYC Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts I swear to god, son, I´ve been here before
Six degrees of separation You´re all over this damn nation I´m out of your reach geographically You still find a way to get a hold of me Well, it´s six degrees of separation Well, it´s six degrees of separation Yeah, it´s six degrees of separation
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans ´Til I picked up a quarter from
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