East Side Story (Chicane)

There was this girl I used to see - down on 42nd street She'd walk by on her way to work - n' make the air smell so sweet I used to sit in a coffee shop - sometimes I'd have a cup And when she'd go by - she'd light up the sky Like the sun coming up She be standin' by the bus stop - driver opened up the door I'd just sit n' watch her - getting on the 104 She never knew my number - never even knew my name She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again It's just another east side story Everybody's got a tale to tell And like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell Some things you hold on to - some you just let go Seems like the ones that you can't have Are the ones that you want most I think about her sometimes - I wonder if she was real And if I ever find her I'm gonna tell her how I feel It's just another east side story Everybody's got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell It's still the same old story - it's still the same old game Up there on the eastside - life goes on the same She never knew my number - never even knew my name She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again It's just another east side story Everybody's got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell