you were standing on the corner
between distant and sincere,
trying not to notice the passing of the year.

so wait and see if time will direct you
to the waves that wash to the shore.


and it's the kind of thing to keep you wondering
if maybe everything's the same,
and it's happening again.


now you're following the sirens
as they travel down the street.

you don't know who to look for
or where you're going to meet.
alone again this time they have left you

to the waves that wash to the shore.

and it's the kind of thing to keep you wondering

if maybe everything's the same,
and it's happening again.
and it's the kind of thing to keep you wondering

if maybe everything's the same,
and gets you coming back for more.


maybe next time will be different.
it's what you're trying to believe in -
that standing on the corner

could be exactly what you needed.