You take the pieces of the dreams that you have 'cos you don't like the way they seem to be going. You cut them up and spread them out on the floor. You're full of hopeas you begin rearranging; put it all back together. But in the final reckoning, looks likethe lovers are losing.
Is there anybody out there who is lost and hurt and lonely too? Are they bleeding all your colours into one? And if you come undone, as if you've been run through; some catapult it fired you. You wonder if your chance will ever come, or if you're stuckin square one...
and I don't really know anyone. I really want to be your friend, 'cause I don't really know anyone. And the bus is pulling up to your house. I wish you could be sitting here next to me.
I didn't see you at summer school, but I saw you at the corner store, and I don't want to break the rules, 'cause I've broken them all before... But every time I see you I wonder why I don't break a couple rulesso that you'll notice me. Sister do you know my name? I've heard it before but I want to know. I got a funny feeling that it's gonna work out, 'cause now I see you sitting here next to me.