Oh maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds
But we're trash, you and me
We're the litter on the breeze
We're the lovers on the streets
Oh maybe, maybe it's the things we say
The words we've heard and the music we play
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads
But we're trash, you and me
We're the litter on the breeze
We're the lovers on the streets
We're the lovers on the streets
We're the litter on the breeze
(We're the litter on the breeze)
(It's in everything we do)