Something Left to Say

Hey child, it's a quarter to four

You know we took a little time with my head on the floor

Before I understood why I needed to find the door

Well, summer's here to rattle ceiling fans

A lot of people leaning up against the moving vans

You know they're piling all their bottles, laying in a garbage can

Well, the wind is hot and all the leaves are green

And now I'm reading what you say on the computer screen

Hey, I knew that this was coming back when we were seventeen

But don't anybody say don't look back

I'm not gonna go to pieces when I ride around this town

Oh, the things you've done have made me what I am

And that's catching the bus and singing the tears of the clown

So we can walk around and we can laugh all night

It's hard to fit a lot of years in a Friday night

Because there always seems to be something left to say

Well, we got a little muddy in the two-wheel drive

You know we broke down flat on the M25

After freshman year they say you're lucky to be alive

Well, you can be assured that we were not the first

To look across that parking lot and put a curse

On any space and time that brings an end to me

You try to fall in love, you try to get control

You try to find a little bit of that in rock and roll

But that's almost enough when there's nothing that you know to say

But don't anybody say don't look back

I'm not gonna go to pieces when I ride around this town

Oh, the things you've done have made me what I am

And that's catching the bus and singing the tears of the clown

So we can walk around and we can laugh all night

It's hard to fit a lot of years in a Friday night

Because there always seems to be something left to say

Well, I'm walking out the door

I'm not thinking 'bout before

But you're always on my mind

Don't anybody say don't look back

I'm not gonna go to pieces when I ride around this town

Oh, the things you've done have made me what I am

And that's catching the bus and singing the tears of the clown

So we can walk around and we can laugh all night

It's hard to fit a lot of years in a Friday night

Because there always seems to be something left to say

Thanks a bunch

We're Cold Roma Candle, thanks for being here

Thanks for that