It’s a most usual story
Of love and all its glory
Of a lover and a wife
How the two would fall in love
And be so different, yet so alike
When the two are kept apart
Oh they’re wandering, careless like the wind

They all commenced on a Saturday
In late July
It was the first time he fell in love
The first time she lied
And ooh, she’s just drifting, drifting along
And ooh don’t you know, we’re all drifting, drifting along

And all this growing up
You know you can’t buy
So you keep walking through
Pretending you’re tough

When you do not have a clue
You’re just wandering, we’re all wandering too

The lover she spent all her days
Lonely, but free
Taking what she wanted
Leaving what she didn’t need
Something she’s sure she knows
Through her lives she holds true
Like true love will sting a heart
But good friends can do that too

So we trip, and we fall, and we hate
But we love the game
The two have still found each other
In this God-gone-crazy land
It’s a most usual story
One told to fools
Who believe in brighter days
Who believe in breaking rules