Almost blue, almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his
this place could be Anytown Can't forget and won't forgive The places we've been forced to live Sticks and stones may break my bones But rather that
us some variety But after some time it seems clear that she's changed in a Different way from me And I would like to shout at someone but no one's to
you want to get on in this cowering country now? Do you want to get on? Or would you be happy just to get by? The small thoughts of a small town girl
You're only two the whole wild world revolves around you And nothings happened yet that you might ever wish to forget It doesn't stay that way, if I could
Lying in my bed I hear The clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashback warm nights Almost left behind Suitcases
They choose their own fare who say no There's some ugly little dreams For pretty girls to buy And it's enough to make you mad But it's safer just to
a mess Well if you're ready for love Honey I'm tougher than the rest Some girls want a handsome Dan Or some good-lookin' Joe On their arm, some girls
Now we're in twin cities Where the Mississippi rises and then falls One is Minneapolis And the other no less famous is St. Paul?s There are stray dogs
You're here, but what if you weren't What would have happened to me That candle, unburnt, is history One thing I guess this place would be a mess For
Who would be born Into a man's, man's, man's world? But what do children care for grown ups despair A house can hold both boy and girl But every mother
If you lose your faith, babe You can have mine And if you're lost I'm right behind 'Cause we walk the same line Now I don't have to tell you How slow
Out amongst the walking wounded Every face on every bus Is you and me and him and her And nothing can replace the us I knew Nothing can replace the us
And I see forests and it's the 25th of December And my old man plays the piano for Christmas He plays the piano for Christmas And we're all there, all
Sign that reads, 'For Sale or Rent' And everything is at a standstill And where's someone who'll be on hand till You're no longer disenchanted Thinking everything
hopeless Now you're looking over your shoulder If you can ride the backlash there's still time for a comeback You don't have to lie down and die But
Well, it's not for me to say But I can't see what you see in him anyway But such righteousness in me Is not a nice thing to display And who am I For
I wanted everything for a little while Why shouldn't I I wanted to know what it was like I pushed you too far And you started laying down the law Till