22.Chance(Dub)(Previously Unreleased)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Friday bank card yours got stuck
I loaned you a phone quarter, said 'good luck'
Where are you now？
Me and glasses saturday slump
You and your shopping, i looked up
Our eyes met, mine are green
You'd had a peroxide thing
Call now, look me up
Sunday walk, weaver's park,
I was on the lakeside
Where the playgrounds meet
In bare feet
You said, 'mighty cold today'
You never see what i think
You didn't like your daytime job
I was born to travel
You were a camera, i dropped my keys
I'm on the northbound, you were asleep
I said, 'are you holding？'
'you wanna ride the silent sky？'
I wrote a story on the fly
You in the tabletop
I said, 'i've had enough of the city.'
I held a bag of apples
You at the last table
I had had a soy dog
Cafe streetside, tuesday bloom
You wanna be on fire, i said i hung the moon
Wednesday grocery, corner of vine,
You were in the checkout line
I dropped my frozen dinners, you helped pick them up
Thursday cab rush, our block,
You with broken accent, my heart stopped
You laughed, i worry
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows
All those glances, midtime dances
Chance
I never looked it up
You hit the sidewalk talking
Said, 'i'd read the ads'
Do you？
Where are you？ will you read this？ can i see？
This is surely moving faster than i can think
A minute shy, a passing eye
I know i saw you there
Will you read this？ can i see？ what did i see？
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows
All those midtime dances
Chance
Guys, this is very tedious... stop!
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