Unsure lady if there's room for you and I You're pouring your concrete and it's taking time for it to dry You're voice is restful like a lullaby But here in the city I'm likely to forget, to toss it to the wind.
We could be the kings until the cut us down We could live the dream Until we come around
And I see the edge of a thousand miles Your pouring your concrete Don't think you'll see my face again
I found a way I think you'll like I believed I was polished rough around the edges And dancing in your heart