This Is Going Nowhere
Less Than Jake
Losers, Kings, And Things We Don't Understand (1996)

I'm walking around what used to be
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound
of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,
another friend headed in the right direction?
Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,
I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that I'm lost at the edge of 18,
keep losing track of what seems to have been 5 minutes ago.