Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans Six degrees of separation You’re all over this damn nation And it’s six degrees of separation 'Til I picked up a quarter from nineteen seventy-nine Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend

You're going through six degrees of separation Oh no there ain't no helping, to remember one's self First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, is when your world splits down the middle And fourth,