Six Degrees of Separation

Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans 'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979 Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend button down Levis In the saints town I can't seem to figure out How to get around, but I ain't moving on Threw the quarter in an old street case And I'll be damned, he started playing our song Six degrees of separation You're all over this damn nation But I'm out of your reach geographically But you still find a way to get a hold on me And it's six degrees of separation Hailed a cab up in NYC Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green Smoke breakers flirting on the steps of Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door Never seen the likes of these city lofts I swear to god, son I've been here before Six degrees of separation You're all over this damn nation I'm out of your reach geographically You still find a way to get a hold on me And it's six degrees of separation Well, it's six degrees of separation Yeah, it's six degrees of separation Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans 'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979