Quarters and Dimes

When we lost the car keys And had to walk home at 2 AM The grocery store parking lot lights Were still on I stepped on all the cracks You balanced on the lines We danced in the underpass's damp cement Interpreting graffiti as we went You scuffed your shoe through Green bottle glass I had a pack of saltines in my back pocket We stopped beneath streetlights searching Old pay phones for quarters and dimes You know I'm onto you 'Cause you know I’m onto you Through all high crimes and tribulations Through all trials and imperfections I stepped on all the cracks You balanced on the lines