Maybe, maybe it’s the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it’s our kookiness.
Or maybe, maybe it’s our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it’s our looseness.
Maybe, maybe it’s the things we say,
The words we’ve heard and the music we play.
Maybe it’s our cheapness.
Or maybe, maybe it’s the times we’ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it’s our sweetness.
It’s in everything we do…
It’s in everything we do…
