And every day some go away

I have a Kodak Pony 135. The latest it could have been made is 1945.
I really have to figure out how to use it.

While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe yesterday.
It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day T
he ones who stay
an find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know.
It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers, Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day Some go away
Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know.
And another hundred people just got off of the train.
Another hundred people just got off of the train.