
If there's a chance
Will u choose to be a normal graduate
Are you afraid of losing your dream
I often think about this on my way back home
You always seem calm and composed
Even with your unpaid debts
I wish I could help you out sometimes
That card game you learned from the prison
And the nights we spent in the attic
We shall never forget
Reality is your heel rope
You tripped over and over
We tripped over and over