the next station is king, king station
i'm waiting on yonge street for you
i'm always waiting on station imitations
i'm always still looking out for you
the crowds pass, the hobo laughs
the ghost in the king edward could be you
the church bells yell
the streetcars swell
i'm always still looking out for you
gold in the day
silver in the night
the color of the light in your eyes
paints my picture, conveys my truth
i'm always still looking out for you
the next station is king, king station
i'm waiting on yonge street for you
i'm always waiting on station imitations
i'm always still looking out for you