Bryan Adams - East Side Story

Bryan Adams - East Side Story

There was this girl I used to see - down on 42nd street.
She'd walk by on her way to work - n' 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 n' watch her - getting on the 104.
I wanna give her my number - I wanna tell her my name.
Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus.
Take a chance she feels the same.
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 eastside - 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.