How many people actually live their own lives,
waiting to buy or receive a ring;
dreaming of making enough money
to take pictures of somewhere else
I really wonder
if you’re living your life or mine?

I wanted to wave a microphone all around,
but I don’t know how to sing
Never mind all that anyway
There’s enough in my heart
to really wonder
am I deep enough to make you listen?

This town once meant something,
but hope never takes wing
I found it walking alone,
hoping for a cigarette
He made me wonder,
why don’t we go to church on a corner?

I think I’ve told you everything
Are my scars so bad?
You had a better day than I
So what I say to that
Why would you wonder
if yesterday or today mean anything tomorrow?