作曲 : Nastasia
  Across the freeway flow
 Against the western row
 On ploding shoes i go
 To steal you out of tow
 On the phone i swear
 And so i will do so
 
 Up the access stair
 To cash my paycheck there
 And down again to fare
 The dirty city glare
 Through the motor squall
 To the south i bear
 
 Past the chola wall
 Swift and not to stall
 
 Beyond the burning tires
 Among the towering spires
 I say that i will go
 And so i will do so
 Down the barren lanes
 Heed the boarded panes
 
 To the hard window
 There to sign below
 Alone there i will go
 And put the money down
 To take you back to town
 On the phone i swear
 Not to tell your dad