Young man    You tire    Tire from all the days you spend alone    On fire    Underneath an August sky    Wondering what went wrong    Counting all the ways that I have grown       Loser said,    "We don't say that."    Loser said,    "We don't dream alone."       Young woman    You tire    Tire from all the nights you spend alone    On fire    Underneath September sky    I sing a Birthday Song    Counting all the ways that you will grow       Loser said,    "We don't say that."    Loser said,    "We don't dream alone."    Loser said,    "We don't say that.    Loser said,    "We don't dream alone"       And it's right before you fall    In love again