Driving home alone with the radio on I had no idea, I was young Low now, moving south, losing all identity Later very poor, falling rapidly Tell you something It meant nothing That thing that we did That we did Tell you something It meant nothing That thing that we did That we did Inside ugly, a hindrance to me I dread to think that I knew you I don't like how you move Dodged a bullet there God save the Queen I honestly don't care That's why I'm fleeing Tell you something It meant nothing That thing that we did That we did Tell you something It meant nothing That thing that we did That we did