Maybe Love Is Just Wasted Thought

 

I’ve heard it said that love is touching souls, 
And I’ve heard it said that love is shimmering cells, 
But I find myself walking around, 
Walking around this strange old town, 
Thinking of you, just thinking of you, 
Maybe love is just wasted thought, 
Maybe I bit off more than I bought, 
Maybe, maybe. 

A little bird told me you’re at Burning Man, 
With a skip in your step and a can in your hand, 
While I find myself walking around, 
Walking around this foreign town, 
Thinking of you, just thinking of you, 
Maybe love is just wasted thought, 
Maybe I kept more than I caught, 
Maybe, maybe. 

Do you ever think of times of us, 
When we rolled around in a greyhound bus? 
Because I find myself walking around, 
Walking around this strange old town, 
Thinking of you, just thinking of you, 
Maybe love is just wasted thought, 
Maybe we kept more than we caught, 
Maybe love is just wasted thought, 
Maybe we sold more than we sought, 
Maybe love is just wasted thought, 
Maybe we bit off more than we bought, 
Maybe, maybe.