What about the time wrestling to turn off the radio   Nights on the old mattress out in the park in the cold   What about the future we tried so hard to hide from   I think it's never gonna come again   One more party, one more show   One more chance to go downtown and stand around   Anything to keep from being alone   That's the only thing we couldn't do   On the street with some fools I called friends   Didn't know better or the difference then   And wasting time wasn't a crime   What about the time wrestling to turn off the radio    Night on the old mattress out in the park in the cold   What about the future we were so scared would never come   Is this what we were afraid of   What about the nights drinking down at passout   Tasha found a hundred dollars wet on the sidewalk   Split three ways enough for two bags of speed   And five hundred copies of my motherfucking fanzine   On the street with some fools I called friends   Didn't know better or the difference then   And wasting time wasn't a crime   I mean, I think it is now