You keep replaying through the days That have brought you to this place You shine your shoes and shave your face
You used to be some kind of joke And all the depths you've come to know You wandered down an open road
At just a quarter past the hour Chatting up some friends of yours You were standing side by side
Eleven sparrows on the line A hundred fireflies outside Your tired eyes were open wide
Eleven blackbirds in the sky A hundred fireflies for miles Your tired eyes were open wide
You keep replaying through the days That have brought you to this place You wandered down an open road