"Another Hundred People" from "Company"

Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground,
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around at
Another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us,
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus may be yesterday.
It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play,
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay
And everyday,
The ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains
And the dusty trees
With the battered barks;
And they walk together past the postered walls
With the crude remarks,
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends
Who they never know;
Will you pick me up,
Or do I meet you there,
Or shall we let it go?
Did you get my message,
'Cause I looked in vain?
Can we see each other Tuesday,
If it doesn't rain?
Look, I'll you in the morning,
Or my service will explain.
And another hundred people just got off of the train.
It's a city of strangers.
And another hundred people . . .