Head on the sidewalk, shoulder, pass
You stare sideways most of the night
What do you know
You can write it in the snow
First to explore
And the writing turns to gold
You give everything away
Found someone's fantasy aground
Wanted to be you
Wanted to be you
I walked in, silent to fit,
Quiet fills in
I walked in re-signed to you
Might have been good
Sour face