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.

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.

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.

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 on me

And it's six degrees of separation.

Well, it's six degrees of separation

Yeah, it's six degrees of separation.

Thought that I was safe down in new orleans

'til I picked up a quarter from 1979.