Unless otherwise noted, all songs written by Kurt Wagner published by Pathetic Hindsight, BMI and administered by Bug Music. I tried to figure these lyrics out. If you think I fucked up, send me an email. Or if you've got any other song lyrics, send them my way. Garf well i could be a boy without hair in the country relaxed and wild running down by the creek catching those crayfish and being kinda frightened but mostly just in awe of them mighty crab claws (now I'm glad I do) i've wasted (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) all my free time (our lives are better left to chance) and i've worried (...pain that... i had to miss the dance) just as most kids are of my age i could be home with a beer and a movie straighten my back and raping my lungs while completely maintaining my absoloute innocence my absolute innocence at all times and i looked at jewelry (now I'm glad I do) for your little finger (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) it's so skinny (our lives are better left to chance) i can hardly believe you (...pain that... i had to miss the dance) i could be standing for what seems like hours shifting my weight from one foot to another while watching live music with the earplugs on our nice conversation is becoming quite loud and i'm weary (now I'm glad...) of your ugly pop culture (the way that we're leaving the way that we go) you're so pretty (our lives are better left to chance) standing beside the desk (...pain that... i had to miss the dance) and i could be sitting by the telephone tomorrow to receive a call by the overweight garth brooks who would then try to offer me like a hundred thousand dollars just for me to go the fuck away and he's waiting for my kind of reply i am serious i couldn't leave you if i tried Gloria Leonard and now it's getting darker or so it would seem and if out of this comes nothing then maybe nothing is what i mean raise a dusty eyelid to a window in the south see that part of Europe has discovered my big fat mouth notice on completion this strange change has occurred small pieces of your lung strewn about the spoken word oh the goofiness we can create understand or understate let's turn back before it's too late so we could appreciate brittle core the correspond?? the society of living alone