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 becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
