This whole week's been wasted on back roads and gasoline.
This distance doesn't make things easier
And these friendships don't seem to help me.
I let you follow far too close.
When we were younger we never wanted to be alone
With our bad luck and foreign lines.
We'll fill the streets again.
If I take this corner, I'll take the whole goddamn street back.
I heard that living like this can take years off your life.
If you could make me fine - if you could make me alright.
You've got to let me go.
I always found it hard to recognize your face in the morning
In the cold, in the winter, in my home.
I can't even sleep without listening.
We can celebrate changed lives with everybody else