Chicane
"East Side Story"

There was this girl I used to see down on 42nd street,
She'd walk by on her way to work and 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 and 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 east side 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.