Well I just can't help but think
That any day soon I'm gonna bump into you
In the street some place
And you'll be pushing a child in a pram

And you'll say to that child
"Here's your Dad"
And now I come to think of it
That wouldn't be so bad
Like an instant purpose given to me
A reason to be

If the slow lane gets you down
Pull over, walk around

A solution to the big question
That you and I failed to answer
We couldn't focus the blur
Nor silence the murmuring voices
That tempt us with choices

When we're getting so close
To the perfect decision
We go dancing with doubt
Go dancing with doubt

If the slow lane gets you down
Pull over, walk around