You could go anywhere anytime and find someone, but how will you know if he's kind? The sun is out, but happiness only reminds you of the people you hurt, mistakes that you made when you were down.
And where are you now? You're sweeping up these sorry streets. And I knew somehow when you looked up and over me, that you could look up these words, but you still won't understand. They mean nothing to you. So write them in the sand, and watch the water wash them away. And where are you now? You're sweeping up these sorry streets.
And where are you now? You're sweeping up these sorry streets. And I knew somehow when you looked up and over me, You could sit on your front porch, and watch the wasps dive down. You could go out every night, and force cheap beer down. You could go all day, and not make a sound. You could go all day, and not make a sound.