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They left me alone in the park
They musta checked out
If it weren’t so seedy and dark
I would search all the streets
I tried to call her again
She did not wanna go
So I stepped in a club with a jazz band
I can dig these beats
Some guy with a mullet on top
Shot me a glare so cold
So I went down close to the band
And I started to sway
Singer with a soul patch handed me a bass
He implied that I might
Then the whole room joined as one
And I started to play
We are all connected
Even when all the eyes look away
We are all connected
Attaching hands, becoming the day
I lose my feet in a web of streets
Slide out to the boardwalk
Bangin’ on an old piano on a dock
I got nothin’ to say
Then the keys start dancing round
Singing with the streetlights
Nobody is ever alone
When they’re willing to play
We are all connected
Even when all the eyes look away
We are all connected
Attaching hands, becoming the day
If you ever are alone, no one you knew can be resurrected
You are not on your own, you are always still connected
When you’re surfing all day
And when you’re spidering yourself away
When you’re surfing all day
When you’re lookin at someone, you got nothing to say
We are connected anyway
We are connected anyway