[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