The Story of the One Handing the Flyers

Here I go chasing this old dream
It is so far away from greed
It's improbable

And turns out I'm invisible
No one ever takes them from my hand
They don't really care
(They don't really care)

Today in the afternoon, 5PM
A girl comes from the barkery end
She smiles at me and says
"thank you young man"

Hello, I never saw you before
I'm handing these old papers on my own
What's your name, your number and are you alone?

Now I'm after her aisle by aisle
My expectations getting higher and higher
I won't be alone
I'm gonna ask her phone

Hello, would you say yes to a date?
I don't own a car I use the train
Are you now able to make your mind about me?