text: What were the chances for me
  When I spoke to her last night
  What were the chances Id be
  Here lying by her side
  Why does it look so risky
  Hiding in the morning light
  Now as the memory hits me
  Right between the eyes
  Strange, nobody else can hear those fingers
  Tapping on the glass
  With reviews of early summer nerves
  Welcome to miss adventure
  Oh, she is a slippery slope
  Welcome to glamour central
  Where Im hanging on a row
  Who exactly am I trying to fool
  With all those snazzy words
  Just a case of early summer nerves
  This wont get me out of it
  But finally I understand
  Youve got to love those
  Early summer nerves