Expo 86

Intro.       verse 1. Sometimes I think this cycle never ends We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again And it seems by the time that I have figured what it’s worth The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.   But if I move my place in line I’ll lose.          And I have waited the anticipation’s got me glued.        I am waiting for something to go wrong. I am waiting for familiar resolve. u> verse 2. Sometimes it seems that I don’t have the skills to recollect The twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends I’m thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf And crack it’s weary spine and read to help remind myself    But if I move my place in line I’ll lose.        And I have waited the anticipation’s got me glued.        I am waiting for something to wrong   I am waiting for familiar resolve     I am waiting for another repeat       Another diet fed by crippling defeat And I am waiting for that sense of relief I am waiting for you to flee the scene As if you held in your hand the smoking gun And on the floor lay the one you said you loved. Bridge.                              And it’s strange They are basically the same So I don’t ask names anymore.    verse 3. Sometimes I think this cycle never ends We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again And it seems by the time that I have figured what it’s worth The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.            Outro. The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.            The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.