There goes someone that nobody knows

Nobody on the subway
Nobody in the winter
Nobody with a flashlight
Nobody on the subway

Nobody at all

Great news catalog tenement
mailbox twisting in the window
halfway home
don't know when to walk away
don't want to know when to walk away

There goes someone that nobody knows

Nobody in a foreign land
Nobody by a window
Nobody who's a ghost now
Nobody on the subway

Nobody at all

Concrete denizens overtone
gardeners leaving by the busload
blue skies won
sounds like something I would say
don't want to know when to walk away
don't want to know when to walk away

I dunno, something in the world could know you,
but all in all nothing that I am aware of knows you now.