I don't want to breathe if I can't breathe here next to you   I am a middle-aged photographer with nothing left to shoot   I'm going to wipe away the dirt from all these dirty city blues   I'm going to try now   I'll try now not to lose      If the microphone is broken I will scream in the street   I will love you like the woodpecker can only love the tree   I feel the wasted afternoon trying to clamp its teeth in me   I'm going to try now   I'll try now to be free      Counting backwards from thirty to one   Everything looks perfect in the sun   I can't let you turn away and run      Oh come on now   Come on   Baby come on now      I see you sitting on the dock   So young and so carefree   Wrapped up in some summer story   Water covering your feet   Inside a time when I knew you   The same as you knew me   I'm going to try now   I'll try now to believe      I'll try now to believe   I'll try now to believe   I'll try now to believe