Текст: Third Eye Blind. Blue. An Ode To Maybe.

Lead in night at a Laundromat
And I'm staring at you pulling clothes from a dryer
And I'm wondering how I got here
But it seems some how I keep getting stuck in the mire
I needed this more than I knew
And I let you down and I said I'm sorry
But the light that falls on my castle walls
And my basketballs pelt me with bricks in my dreams
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
If I could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent
They?d be nutmeg peach and they?d pay the rent
And I?d ride a horse, and I?d teach a course
On how I got to be a star crossed pimp
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right