You and I have to get out of Stephan's way
You and I have to make it home every day
Sneaker souls, they will remember Stephan's name,
Drawn in gold until the beating of the rain,
Washed away, and then we used to call it fame
You and me, the things we climb
The acid test
Is getting down
You and I have to get out of Stephan's way
Is he louder each time he comes out to play?
(God you think you're fine)
(God your looks are wasted)
(God I think your mess is
Better hewn than mine)
