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 touch my summer skin And you toss your golden hair I take some steps forward and some steps backward It just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track On the sidewalk she turns her foot And I hold the door as she tip-toes through it Now I'm getting foggy but I don't really care 'Cause I've no more reason to be anywhere I take some steps forward and some steps backward It just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track Is this my family? Or 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 touch my summer skin And you toss your golden hair Take some steps forward and some steps backward 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