I sometimes wonder why we do what we do. br br What makes me any better or worse than br the next one br or the one before. br br Some love all of their lives br while others br reflect on what it means br to love, br br still others never love at all. br br I once knew br I now know, br I'll never know. br br So move in and out br weekend br by weekend br staring at the lights br as they dance around me br br calling to bartenders br smiles and more, br heathens for more, br br Yet br I can never fully dance br too lost in my own thoughts.