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]