Maybe, maybe
I learned all I need to know
From bottles and their broken glass

Maybe, maybe
These streets were my teachers
And I sat in back of class


Time spent thinking
About what I should have said

And saying
What I should have thought
We've all, we've all danced alone

And on the floor
Leave everything you brought


I wonder what I would have become

Running, running

I think that we're running
Out of tape
So can you hit rewind

I don't, I don't
I don't want to see it go
Let's do this one more time


Things come together
A folding chair

With grey streets
Black nights
Ignore the red lights

Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye Grand
Lets take it back

To where it all began

I wonder what I would have become