Penn station

The first thing I did when I got off at Penn Station, I went into this phone booth. I felt like giving somebody a buzz. I left my bags right outside the booth so that I could watch them, but as soon as I was inside, I couldn't think of anybody to call up.

When I think about it, there's nobody to call up, really. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm always looking for something. And when I call someone up for drinks, I think I'll find it, but really I don't. Maybe it's there for a while, but it never really stays, you know?

And it's not like anybody's gonna stop to listen to what I really have to say. There's the occasional conversation now and then, and maybe if I'm lucky even an intellectual one, but it's like this need to be listened to never gets satisfied.

Anyways, maybe I'm sounding like a complete moron. But all this thinking's getting me depressed. I just wanna get the hell out of here.