Lyrics
Maybe Michelle the world will fall at your feet before too long
And I never can tell what you're thinking
You're chainsmoking menthols on the couch with no shoes on and you say,
"Yeah yeah, I know, I know, I'm quitting."
Maybe Michelle that temporary office job you hate so
Maybe it's not so temporary
Get home from work, dust off your guitar, one of your old songs, a few new chords
Put it aside, turn on the TV
Come on come on, girl you know
Roaming the streets by the harbor don't make you meaningful
Maybe Michelle your teenage voice still echos 'round the garage
Of your parents' house out in the suburbs
Sixteen years and some odd fifteen thousand miles from where you stand
That girl's simple dreams now make you shudder
Maybe Michelle that fear you feel when you look in the mirror
That feeling of something dark onsetting
That slow understanding building with every single new line on your face
Is finally realizing you're nothing
Come on come on, girl you know
A dream's not gonna just come and start knocking at your door
Oh Michelle, if you just knew how to ignite
That blazing fire you recall
But oh Michelle, if you really remember right
It never burned that bright at all, no
Maybe Michelle that seventh drink that you're on tonight, well
Maybe it's not the best idea
Run out in the yard, fall down in the snow, laughing to the sky, I don't know why
The look on your face fills me with fear
'Cause I never can tell what you're thinking
No I never can tell what you're thinking
When you yell to the stars, "I know, I'm quitting!"
