Somewhere between the steets and the trees,
hands on the ground, cold pavement on my knees,
and I don`t want to say goodbye to you.
I don`t want to find somebody new.
And I guess I`ll just see you in Jersey,
and in Jersey you`ll come back to me.
What I had to give was more than you would take.
I`ll see the truth when I awake.
