Over and out, is it screwed
'cos I don't even know what half of these new tricks will do
out of booze, the same clowns, the same shoes

I saw your face again from long ago
some september after a show
I still love you, you ought to know
that I could never have ever let you go

Over and out, is it screwed
'cos I don't even know what half of these new tricks will do
out of booze, the same clowns, the same shoes

the same clowns, the same shoes
the same clowns, the same shoes