Which of us is first to go
In the wake of guessing motives?
I try to let my feelings show
Like the last boy knows who folded
One of these is not the same
One of these is unrelated
Take a card and pass the blame
In the bedrooms of the hated
One of these streets can lead us out of here
Until we find tomorrow
One of these streets that always seemed to look the same
One of these streets where we could disappear
And find the time to borrow
One of these streets we walk as we begin again
Through the woods and down the lane
Past the playground where we lost it
What to make of all this change
When our plans become exhausted
You keep trying to make this work
I keep taking shots and thinking
All those lines that we rehearsed
In the backyards of the taken
One of these streets can lead us out of here
Until we find tomorrow
One of these streets that always seemed to look the same
One of these streets where we could disappear
And find the time to borrow
One of these streets we walk as we begin again