I'm living on a crossroad
Where people come and stop
They stay for a coffee or two
Say goodbye and go.

Sometimes the place is busy
Many faces are passing by
But no one stops for a pie
And I'm wondering why.

Sometimes I stretch my arm
Trying to bridge the distance
But all I feel is a fence
And I end up caressing its surface.

Sometimes the roads are empty
So I start walking around
But get back soon in my house
Cause I'm sure I heard a sound.

My home is big and warm
It has enough space for everyone
But no one stays for long
Cause I'm living on the crossroad.

How is living on a crossroad?
Well, people come and stop
They stay for a coffee or two
But then they say goodbye
And go.

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