I could make you want me with one hand tied behind my back. I could tear the stars down in mid-June, wrap them up for you in a paper bag. When things go wrong, I'll throw you a key. When it gets hard to breathe, come see me on my side of the street.
I thought I saw you on Tuesday, ah well, I think I see you all the time. After all we've been through, I can't believe we're still alive. When the world locks you out, I'll throw you a key. This time you want to k**. We'll make time stand still on my side of the street.
We all walk through life leaving one set of tracks with one hand tied behind our backs. I could make you want me with one hand tied behind my back. I could tear the stars down in mid-June, wrap them up in a paper bag. When your friends do you wrong, I'll throw you a key. When it gets hard to breathe, come see me on my side of the street.