Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Merrill Lynch 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 [Chorus] 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 of me Well, it's six degrees of separation Well, it's six degrees of separation Yeah, it's six degrees of separation [Outro] Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans 'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979