You and I, we share the quetest commute   Me and my umbrella and your silent moves   The bus is overcrowded, the trains were never built   Though it may never be the quickest, it's the route I choose      I have nothing to do   I'll sit and watch for you   As the rain collects another afternoon      The decay is nearly done   It's the end of everyone   Leave your passtimes for your livingroom   You're a growing presence in my ever shrinking universe   Coasting into squirrel hill I share it with you      I have so much to say   We've rambled on a winter's worth of details   The snow I quantify   We're adding up two lives   Too much of anything is wrong   Too much of anything is wrong      You're the one that follows me for blocks   I have seen your face in the windows of cars   You're the one that follows me for days   I have seen your shadow, it's a lost cause      The neighborhood has closed   I stumble home, diamonds on the sidewalk   Another memory stoned   You wont leave me alone   Too much of anything is wrong   Too much of anything is wrong