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'll sit and watch for you
As the rain collects another afternoon
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
We've rambled on a winter's worth of details
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
Too much of anything is wrong
Too much of anything is wrong