Rose is smoking a clove cigarette
And it takes me back to your summer dress
And that green plastic table
With those green plastic chairs
And you’d touch my summer skin
And you’d toss your golden hair
It takes some steps forward and some steps back
Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
On the sidewalk she turns her foot
And I hold the door as she tiptoes through it
And I'm getting foggy, but I don't really care
‘Cause I've no reason to be anywhere
It takes some steps forward and some steps back
Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
Is this my family?
Are these my friends?
Oh, it's not a problem
I just had other plans
That green plastic table
With those green plastic chairs
And you’d touch my summer skin
And you’d toss your golden hair
It takes some steps forward and some steps back
Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
