(by Toad The Wet Sprocket). . Another day I call and never speak. And you would say nothing's changed at all. And I can't feel much hope for anything.
The first time that I saw you. You were dancin' on the beach. Poetry in motion. But you seemed so out of reach. And the waves were breakin' 'round you.
On the streets of this town, there is no surrender. They've got a number for every name. Buildings and shopping malls seem like a stage, for pretenders.
Oh yeah, oh yeah. . I can't find myself when you go away. Makes me wonder where you are. Is there someone else I just need to know?. This charade has gone too far.