It's a radio knob stuck and broken
It's a non-descript smudge on your skin
I'll help you take out your rubbish tonight
If you'll help me forget everything
And that's bound to be some kind of wise guy
Using a name that I barely recall
I'll turn around 'cause I'm drawn to the sound
Of a promise of nothing at all
Just rest your head on the pavement
This swirling and muddle will pass
I'll be the one with the bright ideas
And you can get all of the laughs
Maybe the dawn's not approaching
Maybe for once it slept in
Maybe we're nowhere or maybe we're somewhere
Or roughly a place in between
I got my smile from my father
Wide as a train in the night
You got your heart from your mother
I've never known something so bright
And that's bound to be some kind of wise guy
Using a name that I barely recall
I'll turn around 'cause I'm drawn to the sound
Of a promise of nothing at all