Songwriter: Mike Mills (R.E.M.) Peter Buck Bill Berry Michael Stipe

Producer: R.E.M. Scott Litt

Chance, chance, chance, chance
Friday bank card, yours got stuck
I loaned you a phone quarter, said, "Good luck”
Where are you now?
Me and glasses, Saturday slump
You and your shopping, I looked up
Our eyes met, mine are green
You'd had a peroxide thing
Call now, look me up
Sunday walk, weaver's park
I was on the lakeside
Where the playgrounds meet
In bare feet
You said, "Mighty cold today”
You never see what I think
You didn't like your daytime job
I was born to travel
You were a camera, I dropped my keys
I'm on the northbound, you were asleep
I said, "Are you holding?”
€½You wanna ride the silent sky?”
I wrote a story on the fly
You in the tabletop
I said, "I've had enough of the city”
I held a bag of apples
You at the last table
I had had a soy dog
Cafe Streetside, Tuesday bloom
You wanna be on fire
I said, ‽I hung the moon”
Wednesday grocery, corner of vine
You were in the checkout line
I dropped my frozen dinners
You helped pick them up
Thursday cab rush, our block
You with broken accent
My heart stopped
You laughed, I worry
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows
All those glances, midtime dances
Chance
I never looked it up
You hit the sidewalk talking
Said, "I'd read the ads, do you?
Where are you? will you read this?
Can I see?
This is surely moving faster
Than I can think
A minute shy, a passing eye
I know I saw you there
Will you read this? can I see?
What did I see?
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows
All those midtime dances
Chance
Guys, this is very tedious, stop

R.E.M.

R.E.M. were an American rock band from Athens, Georgia, formed in 1980 by singer Michael Stipe, guitarist Peter Buck, bassist Mike Mills, and drummer Bill Berry.

Berry quit the band in April 1997, as they were getting together to record demos for the album Up. He was not replaced on a permanent basis, but the band used an assortment of drummers in his place.