House on the corner's been abandoned by a family three
The windows are boarded up and there's nothing left inside to see
Sometimes when I pass, I think about the way I used to be
Shadow of my past don't mean much to anyone but me
In you don't have to burn out
Like words fade from the crowd
And old friends don't come around
Like roots pulled from the ground
I hate it when I waste it
It's all wasted, I made it
Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Waiting for the light to change
Windshield becomes a movie screen
So many people cross like lucky pennies lost down the street
If you think you have no friends then I guess thats the way it will be
Don't belong to anyone but God i wish that you belonged to me
Words fade from the crowd to far to hear them now
And old friends don't come around
I'll learn to live without
But I hate it when I waste it
It's all wasted I made it
Ooh Ooh
Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Mmhmm
("The most fascinating problem in the world is 'Who am I?'")
Mmhmm
("What do you mean, what do you see, when you say the word 'I'?
It's so mysterious.
It's so elusive.
What you are in your embassy escapes your examination
In rather the same way you cannot look directly into your own eyes
Without using a mirror. You can't bite your own teeth.
You can't taste your own tongue.
And you can't touch the tip of this finger with the tip of this
Finger. And that's why there's always an
Element of profound mystery [?] with who we are."0
House on the corner's been abandoned by a family three
And though there's nothing left inside
Something in me still wants to see
Maybe it's the thought that I don't know how i'll turn out to be
Or whatever came for them will one day be there waiting for me
Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Mmhmm
Mmhmm