You're here with me for the moment
But I know you're going back
You have a brown leather suitcase 
You didn't bother to unpack

I've been tying my shoes together 
Then I've been trying to walk away 
I was a junkie all summer
But autumn's here any day now

How much, how much it feels like
We are losing for the moment
How much, how much it feels like
We are losers on the verge of something great

The stars are directing the future 
What they're tuning into I can't say 
But I want the universe to love me 
I'm writing songs every day

There's a girl singing into a hairbrush 
There's a mob boss in every man
I wish I could sing tralala
The way Paolo Conte can, right

How much, how much it feels like
We are losing for the moment
How much, how much it feels like
We are losers on the verge of something great

(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
On the verge of something great

(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
How much, how much it feels like
We are losing for the moment
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
How much, how much it feels like
We are losers on the verge of something great
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
On the verge of something great
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
We are losers on the verge of something great
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
On the verge of something great
(Pa-pa-pam, pa-pa-pam, pa-pa)
On the verge of something great