Chance

I'm the alright between emergency I met myself in the street and had nothing to say And you, you've got your face full of voices And maybe one too many choices You're so bookstore cautious And I'm such a violent darn fascist And we've hung up the picture To cover the crack made by the fist of last year In the hindsight of chance She said she wants to clear the meaning As if I was really leading But the broom makes much more dust Than it could ever sweep up (Sweep up, sweep up, clean up, oooh) You treat me like a bookmark For something that you come back later to (On the steps, there's still a shadow) On the steps, there's still a shadow Let's slow down and check the map 'Cause you know you're really not like that You drove me home It seemed so fast in the park But we don't get what was going on In the hindsight of chance My prints are still on the touch-tone dial And you think one step can take us a mile You sit there and you wish this was over While I sit here and wish I wasn't sober Maybe I meant it once or twice Or maybe five or twenty times But you can't say something and mean it otherwise On your steps, there's still a shadow I guess I'm an emotional drunk I've been balling up by your nearest trunk Why don't you say what you mean While we're riding on a empty tank of yesterday's gasoline? You asked for me on a phone of a friend Going through someone we could never transcend But my face is so happy to hear your call While stuttering drove our friendship after all In the hindsight of chance [sound collage] [laughing]