I found you parking cars in Manhattan
While I was peddling kittens in the snow
And how were we to know?
And how were we to know?
That we would spend the rest of our lives
Trying to forget what made us who we are
What made us who we are?
I found you washing windows on some thirty-second floor
And I was pushing World Books door to door
And haven't you ever wanted to know everything?
And that's exactly what it is that I am offering you
I am offering you
