Yes, it's different shoes in which we meet
I guess it's up to you who you choose to be
I know we may not have the same idea
But we try to figure it out while we're still here
People ask me what's become of us
I always laugh and say the same thing
Sometimes, it goes our way
Sometimes, it's a crying shame
Sometimes, if I look enough, there's good in my day
Sometimes, I get all the signs
Sometimes, I forget my lines
Sometimes, it's all that I can do to make it all right
You looked at me in the same way I looked to you
You want all the answers to which I don't have replies
I needed you indifferent, but these demands you can't supply
Sometimes, it goes our way
Sometimes, it's a crying shame
Sometimes, if I look enough, there's good in my day
Sometimes, I get all the signs
Sometimes, I forget my lines
The suffering in my head, my darling in my bed
And all those things we could've done instead
Believe me, leave all these unsatisfied dreams unsaid
Sometimes, it goes our way
Sometimes, it's a crying shame
Sometimes, if I look enough, there's good in my day
Sometimes, I get all the signs
Sometimes, I forget my lines
Sometimes
