Beatcha

Wonderin' where you've been
Wonderin' where I'm going
But the way things seem
The knowin's never knowin'
And we try so hard just to get it right
'Cept for once a year when you're hanging around
And we leave red footprints all over this town
That don't mean that you can let your guard down
You got a lot of nerve
Asking me where I am
If courage is hard to find
Well come with me then
Take my hand
Personal fireworks
On the water
Trot like skipping stones
As they order
It reminds me of the good old days
It reminds me of the good old days
Ooh ah ooh
All I wanted was to ask you to dance
But no one here gave us much of a chance
We try so hard just to get it right
And found a space between all the lines
How come I can't read any of the signs
All I know is you'll be changing your mind
You got a lot of nerve
Asking me where I am
If courage is hard to find
Well come with me then
Take my hand
Personal fireworks
On the water
Trot like skipping stones
As they order
It reminds me of the good old days
It reminds me of the good old days
Ooh ah ooh
You got a lot of nerve
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You got a lot of nerve
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You got a lot of nerve
Asking me where I am
If courage is hard to find
Well come with me then
Take my hand
It reminds me of the good old days
It reminds me of the good old days