I don't want to breathe if I can't breathe here next to you I am a middle-aged photographer with nothing left to shoot I'm going to wipe away the dirt from all these dirty city blues I'm going to try now I'll try now not to lose
If the microphone is broken I will scream in the street I will love you like the woodpecker can only love the tree I feel the wasted afternoon trying to clamp its teeth in me I'm going to try now I'll try now to be free
Counting backwards from thirty to one Everything looks perfect in the sun I can't let you turn away and run
Oh come on now Come on Baby come on now
I see you sitting on the dock So young and so carefree Wrapped up in some summer story Water covering your feet Inside a time when I knew you The same as you knew me I'm going to try now I'll try now to believe
I'll try now to believe I'll try now to believe I'll try now to believe