I'll tell you at street intersectionsncause they give you a place to gonmeanings to lines on mapsntell you how you're gonna get home.nNow I'm back in the Mid-Westnwhere everything is familiar and sincere.nEverything's external and nothing just happens to you here,nin between coasts.nnChorus:nLookin' for what it was you lost on second streetnforgot what it was on Washingtonnand you let it go, you let it go, nyou let it go, and you jumped in that pool undonenwe're still in town, isn't that fun, yeah isn't that fun?nnnow i know there's been some hard timesnand i don't mean you and menyou're over believing, back to forgettingnand you're turning on tvnwhat you see just makes you knownand the headlines all become a blurnand the years and lives scroll by the bottom of that screen like desert sandnand we're entrenched in a messnembedded in our beds, sleepin' innwhat i wouldn't give to wanna live like i was tennnChorus Once More