I can go on my own way
If you believe the story
She was a secretary
Worked for some dignatary
Stuck at her desk the whole day
'Cept for the trips for coffee
(?)
In the shadow of a bad year
(?)
Looking far away from here
He felt so ordinary
Worked for this big attorney
Kept on his head phones all day
Tuning into sixties airwaves
Out on a lunch on the parkway
Was where they met each other one day
And what they found
Took them far away from here
And what they found
Took them so far away