If there's anything you want

I'll be in the back room drinking my half of the beer

And if you and me is so right

Why's it the same thing every night



It's just a matter of time

It's almost measurable

Imagination ain't kind on us tonight



You're at your best when you got the guns turned a hundred

Eighty degrees

And finding out if it adds all up right

We go through all the same lines or sell out to appease

But go to sleep in a bed of lies

I made my own more than once or twice



And now time is my time time is my own

And I feel so alive yet feel so alone

'Cause you know you're the one and that that hasn't changed

Since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light

On the corner by sound exchange