Good Luck The Story, Rewritten lyrics

Had one hot cup of tea and too much time to think so I rewrote the story of us:
where I spoke eloquently and you responded gently to the use of my soft language.
But I still wore brown and blue and my curly head of red was stylish.
All the drunk men and the cool kids stepped aside with Kirkwood humming like cicada's chorus.
Can't escape the feeling that I've done this one before on the elevator taking me up to the top of the garage.
Played tapes from the boombox til the night turns to morning again.
When we were young and brave we shook off every rule.
Maybe in our faith we acted like a fool.
Now there's shades of gray for everything we do.
How I've longed for something that will make me feel like there's only one answer.
Now I skip to foolish fumbling when I hear your name and if this comes to nothing then it's all the same.
After so much waiting it's a welcome change.

Had two hot cups of tea and too much time to think so I rewrote the story of us:
where I spoke eloquently and you responded gently to the use of my soft language.
Now there's nothing left to say.
It feels empty in your place.
I know I've lost my chance.
This is where we'll always stand.
I never said nothing to move me towards you.
I never did nothing to move me towards you.