Rose is smoking a clove cigarette
And it takes me back to your summer dress
And that green plastic table
With those green plastic chairs
And you touch my summer skin
And you toss your golden hair
I take some steps forward and some steps backward
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track
On the sidewalk she turns her foot
And I hold the door as she tip-toes through it
Now I’m getting foggy but I don’t really care
‘Cause I’ve no more reason to be anywhere
I take some steps forward and some steps backward
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track
Is this my family? Or are these my friends?
Oh it’s not a problem, I just had other plans
That green plastic table
With those green plastic chairs
And you touch my summer skin
And you toss your golden hair
Take some steps forward and some steps backward
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track
It just doesn’t matter ’cause I’m on track