All my heart, all my soul
All I would really like to know
Did any of this mean anything
To you?

But I’d rather not know
If you’re going to play the game
So cold, so nonchalant
I’d just rather not know

Tonight the thunder crashes
Like those nights so long ago
New Carrollton reminds me that . . .

Phil, your stupid match
Ain’t no match for a
Summertime storm

I could drag it out
But it’s been done some times before