(by Toad The Wet Sprocket)      Another day I call and never speak   And you would say nothing's changed at all   And I can't feel much hope for anything   If I won't be there to catch you if you fall      Again   It seems we meet   In the spaces   In between   We always say   It won't be long   But something's always wrong      Another game of putting things aside   As if we'll come back to them some time   A brace of hope a pride of innocence   And you would say something has gone wrong      Again   It seems we meet   In the spaces   In between   We always say   It won't be long   But something's always wrong      [1]   "Again we fail to meet and mend   The spaces safe between intents   We say too much and long been gone,   Oh but something's always wrong."      [2]   "Again we fail to make amends   And wend our way between intents   And looking back, not moving on   Oh but something's always wrong."      [3]   "Again we fail to meet and mend   The spaces safe between intents   We say too much, too long been gone