Beevers.

They:"What were you trying to do?"
Me:"I've no idea."
They:"What were you trying to prove?"

What was I trying to prove there? I stood there, in a state of amazement, wondering if those words were true. Wondering if they were meant for me. Talk to me when I'm a lot more sober because only then will I know what we are talking about.

I would call you up every Saturday night
And we both stayed out till the morning light
And we sang, "Here we go again"
And though time goes by
I will always be there for you, always be there.