Maybe it ain't over

Nope.  

One of those days. 

Here's a song I like. 

I once was a dancer, I was young once like you, though I know I don't look it

Jumped high as the sky, had fire in my eyes, had legs like a stallion

And I had a girl, and I loved her, oh, my best friend was her brother

We were on top of the mountain that summer

We thought we'd never be swallowed by the crack

Fallen so far down like the rest of those clowns begging bus fare back

Swallowed by the cracks

Our pride worn down talking times gone by, like everybody else

Swallowed by the cracks 

We would talk through the night about what we would do if we just could get started

I would choreograph, Eileen, she would act while Steve was a writer.

Then Stevie ran away and got bored

Eileen took a job in a store

While I became this drunken old whore

'Cause you see we'd be swallowed by the cracks.

Maybe it ain't over, I can see it's up to me,

You're only out when you stay out

You stay out when you don't believe

We could drive around in circles getting nowhere all night long

Getting drunk with strangers telling lies, and singing along with the jukebox, baby.

- David Baerwald