Oh, we could be jailbirds
Lying on the wooden floor
We could be train tracks
And we could be a twenty-two, wow, four
Speeding down, speeding down

I'm a fool
I'm just a fool
(I'm just a fool)

We could be nothing
We could be stitching our own clothes
We could be nothing
And I hope that's how it goes
For both our sakes
For the things we break
The things we'll never make

We could be jailbirds
Lying on the wooden floor
We could be train tracks
We could be that twenty-two, wow, four

I'm just a fool