"Grey City Day" lyrics

Grey city day, muffler and jeans
Go to the diner and look for a phene
Grey city day, coffee and pie
Maybe I'll catch me some little girl's eye

Grey city day, dime for a call
No one at home, don't matter at all
Grey city day, back on the street
What are the odds that there's someone I'll meet?

Grey day

Ships are sailing through the harbor
Fire engines, cops and robbers, grey
Garbage trucks and hotdog vendors
Big-time bums and big-time spenders play

Grey day

Grey city day, smoke all around
Cardboards and cigarettes cover the ground
Grey city day, should have stayed home
Better than hanging around all alone

Grey day
Grey day...