As we count the ways
That this Edison lightbulb
Flatters your face

Think it's funny how
You never notice the little things
Until it all goes to waste

And if I said I was sorry
Would it make it alright
I'll stay up and lose myself
Late into the night

And as I wonder what could have been
And wonder what might
We're just ships on an ocean
Blind in the night

Yeah I guess I was full of it
I guess you were right
This bottle of import
Tastes domestic tonight

As I come to grips
With the words that so effortlessly
Escape from your lips

So well rehearsed
I could almost see all of it
In some B movie script

Where the hero's been wounded
It's a drawn-out goodbye
Since when does it ever take
A half-hour to die

Yeah I've wondered what could have been
Wondered what might
We're just ships on an ocean
Burning up in the night

And we're all singin' the same words
Just some worn-out refrain
And we're somehow still wondering
Why it turns out the same

Is this so complicated
These things that we do
You'd think we'd be old enough
To start facing the truth


Sure I guess I was full of it
Maybe you were right
We're just ships on an ocean
Burning up in the night