I often wonder how the Fillmore Shuffle 

Caught us both in the very same year. 

I guess we were foolish, but so glad to do it 

Face down in the hallway, but never any tears. 

The first one to go was sweet William. 

I guess we should, we should have been warned 

But it felt so good to be quittin' 

We thought we were causing nobody any harm 

So we kept lying to each other saying 

"I'm gonna quit it tomorrow," but tomorrow never comes 

"I'll quit it tomorrow," but tomorrow never comes 

Tomorrow never comes 

And I guess our life reads just a novel 

Though we both keep hoping for so much more. 

We keep on tryin' to understand 

Why we keep on livin', livin' this way. 

Tryin' to keep thinks together is the reason I stay. 

And she says to me, "Baby, honey, I feel so bad." 

Then she goes out walkin' and she stays out so late 

And I know where she's goin', to myself, I say... 

Call it the Fillmore Shuffle