[Verse 1]
You’re here with me for the moment
But I know you’re going back
You have a brown leather suitcase
You didn’t bother to unpack
I’ve been tying my shoes together
Then I’ve been trying to walk away
I was a junkie all summer
But autumn’s here any day now

[Chorus]
How much, how much it feels like
We are losing for the moment
How much, how much it feels like
We are losers on the verge of something great

[Verse 2]
The stars are directing the future
What they’rе tuning into I can’t say
But I want the universe to lovе me
I’m writing songs every day
There’s a girl singing into a hair brush
There’s a mob boss in every man
I wish I could sing "tralala"
The way Paolo Conte can
Right
[Chorus]
How much, how much it feels like
We are losing for the moment
How much, how much it feels like
We are losers on the verge of something great

[Bridge]
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
On the verge of something great

[Outro]
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
How much, how much it feels like, we are losers for the moment

Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
On the verge of something great

Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
We are losers on the verge of something great

Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
On the verge of something great

Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
Ba-ba-bam
On the verge of something great