Maybe, maybe 
I learned all I need to know
From bottles and their broken glass
Maybe, maybe 
These streets were my teachers 
And I sat in back of class

Time spent thinking 
About what I should have said 
And saying 
What I should have thought
We've all, we've all danced alone 
And on the floor 
Leave everything you brought

I wonder what I would have [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] 
I think that [bad word] 
Out of tape 
So can you hit rewind
I don't, I don't
I don't want to see it go 
Let's do this one more time
 [bad word] together 
folding chair 
With grey streets 
Black nights 
Ignore the red lights
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye Grand 
Lets take it back 
To where it all began

I wonder what I would have [bad word]