Hey, falling asleep on the street as the night turns day*
Chasing the beats of your feet down an alleyway.
Nothing I do ever seems to go my way,
Everything I do is ordinary.
Now, bumbling through the streets of our parents’ town,
And talking shit to anyone that’s still around.
Down on the riverside, we were so brave,
Nothing that we did was ordinary.
So go tell your friends that we lost,
The timing was right, we were wrong.
And these times they make us nervous, with no reason for real purpose.
But at least we’re better off,
At least we look better.
Down on the riverside, we were so brave,
Nothing that we did was ordinary.
Now nothing I do ever seems to go my way,
Everything I do is ordinary.
