Dance record from before I was born on the stereo
playing last rights for my late nights
all of my evenings and all of my everydays
No business in the same place
coffee, scrambled eggs
Starting our separate ways
now are separate days
By the time you read this
this house will have changed hands one more time again
Wherever you are
dialing up friends on someone else's telephone
In someone else's home
Why did ever we part and give back our hands?
Nothing but wear between all of my everything's.