Summer '99

Here I sit
Out alone in her city
Will it fit...?
All alone in her pity
Sit here and cry
And ask yourself why did I
Do these things?
“Why do you hurt me?” you cry

Chorus:
And can I
Can I answer you?
And do I
Do I know what’s wrong?
Or am I
As confused as you?

What of it?
Maybe it’s about her
But is it?
Could I tell you if it were?
I’ll figure
Out some way to get this fixed
Make it soon
So I see you without mixed...

(Chorus)

I guess then
That is all I have to say
Sit there then
Listen to the thunder way
Far away
As you cry far, far from me
I’m away
And there’s nothing left of me

(Chorus)

But here I sit
Out alone in her old city
So what of it?
Maybe this is about her
But so what?
I know you won’t die of pity
No more but(t)...
So maybe I do like her

(Chorus)
And maybe
It’s all up to you...
Now.