(Strophe)
You kicked the door wide open like a rebel on Parade.
Boots hittin' hard, like you were born to misbehave.
You said, "I'll head out now", with that grin that spells "I'm gone".
And I still played the gentleman like nothing's goin' wrong.

I watched you fade to shadows down the sidewalk, slow and mean.
And somehow missed your chaos more than things I've ever seen.
Tried runnin' after thunder, but your storm had left the town.
Just footprints in the alley where your echo settled down.


(Refrain)
And I laugh - 'cause that's the way we spin.
Losin' you and findin' you again.
Back and forth, we crash and we begin.
Same old ride, and somehow I jump in.


(Strophe)
Next morning you came strollin' like a cowboy back from war.
Dust on your excuses as you wandered through my door.
You said, "Let's keep it simple", but you never really stay.
You vanish like a rumor when the sun gets in your way.

I poured a cup of coffee - yours went cold like every time.
You swore you'd stick around, but truth ain't really your design.
Heard footsteps on the staircase, that familiar fading Sound.
Like your laugh was teasing fate somewhere one floor down.


(Refrain)
And I laugh - 'cause that's the way we spin.
Losin' you and findin' you again.
Back and forth, we crash and we begin.
Same old ride, and somehow I jump in.


(Strophe)
The third return you made was with a smirk and tilted hat.
Leanin' on the bar like you were sure I'd fall for that.
I raised my glass in silence, playin' cool, pretendin' tough.
But in my head I muttered, "Damn, this circus ain't enough".

We stumbled through the neon, laughin' like we owned the night.
Two outlaws on a rerun of a show that's never right.
Maybe we're a story that keeps glitchin' in the Scene.
A beat that won't stop swingin' on a cracked-up tambourine.


(Refrain)
And I laugh - 'cause that's the way we spin.
Losin' you and findin' you again.
Back and forth, we crash and we begin.
Same old ride, and somehow I jump in.