Alameda -
by Elliott Smith
| You walk down Alameda | |
| Shuffling your deck of trick cards | |
| Over everyone | |
| Like some precious only son | |
| Face down, bow to the champion | |
| You walk down Alameda | |
| Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk | |
| Thinking about your friends | |
| How you maintain all them | |
| In a constant state of suspense | |
| For your own protection over their affection | |
| Nobody broke your heart | |
| You broke your own 'cause you can't finish what you start | |
| Walk down Alameda | |
| Brushing off the nightmare you wish | |
| Could plague me when I'm awake | |
| And now you see your first mistake | |
| Was thinking that you could relate | |
| For one or two minutes she liked you | |
| But the fix is in | |
| You're all pretension | |
| I never pay attention | |
| Nobody broke your heart | |
| You broke your own because you can't finish what you start | |
| Nobody broke your heart | |
| You broke your own because you can't finish what you start | |
| Nobody broke your heart | |
| You broke your own because you can't finish what you start | |
| Nobody broke your heart | |
| If you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart |