At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waiving a cigarette   Jeleous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips,   to be touching her lips   Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps   A track she's been digging in and i feel like I've been singing in      Back up, Back up   A kind word can only save me for a while   I know I know this is what you want   Back up back up depressions a fashipn going out of style    If this is what you want, then whatcha want me to say?      If we're born dying what's the use in trying?   Maybe someday, maybe someday   Well thats just a childish dream, but you gotta believe   I saw him the other day   feeding the birds down off the parkway   And I swear he smiled at me      Dont wanna spend my whole life lacking for love in all the wrong places   Dont wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could've done better