If there�s anything you want
Come on back cause it�s allstill here
I�ll be in the back room drinking my half of thebeer
And if you and me is so right
Why�s it the samething every night

It�s just a matter of timeIt�s almost measurable
Imagination ain�t kind on ustonight
You�re at your best when you got the guns turned ahundred
Eighty degrees
And finding out if it adds allup right
We go through all the same lines or sell out toappease
But go to sleep in a bed of lies
I made my ownmore than once or twice

And now time is my time timeis my own
And i feel so alive yet feel so alone
Causeyou know you�re the one and that that hasn�t changed
Sinceyou were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light
Onthe corner by sound exchange