don't want to breathe if I can't breathe here next to 
you 
I am a middle-aged photographer with nothing left to 
shoot 
I'm going to wipe away the dirt from all these dirty 
city blues 
I'm going to try now 
I'll try now not to lose 

If the microphone is broken I will scream in the street 
I will love you like the woodpecker can only love the 
tree 
I feel the wasted afternoon trying to clamp its teeth 
in me 
I'm going to try now 
I'll try now to be free 

Everything looks perfect in the sun 
I can't let you turn away and run 

Oh come on now 
Come on 
Baby come on now 

I see you sitting on the dock 
So young and so carefree 
Wrapped up in some summer story 
Water covering your feet 
Inside a time when I knew you 
The same as you knew me 
I'm going to try now 
I'll try now to believe 

I'll try now to believe 
I'll try now to believe 
I'll try now to believe