Clear out the path now
Let snow hit the streets
Let bygones be bygones
Let the ceased be deceased
I put my best foot forward
I put my foot in my mouth
One shot in the arm and one shot in the dark
And I won’t make her back hurt
And I hold what is true
And in time we’re bound to discover
Summer days are through
Three times a week
Go run through the park
A normal well being
An e-mail account
And I’ll wear the dirtiest jeans
And I’ll take the weirdest of dreams
If all is for nothing
I’ll take nothing at all
And I won’t make her back hurt
And I hold what is true
And in time we’re bound to discover
Summer days are through