Written by P. Rhodes, J. Valenzuela, R. Wilson



How can I find us something

That two can take

Without stumbling as we

Walk into our future's wake?



I'm like a broken record

that you can play.

Repeating as if it matters

everything I wanna say.



I'll be alright

as long as it matters.

As long as you're here with me now.



Forget that time

It's nothing we touch and see

All this is fine.

Even as it crashes down on me.



I'm looking around

There's nothing I could want

more than to tell you

There's no more than we've already got.



Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp/Philthy Music/Bonneville Salt Flats Music/Rutle

Corps Music (ASCAP)

Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)