Way too much time since we’ve last met
Different cities, different lives and a different set of goals
All damaged what we’ve had before
And you can’t fall in love once a year, of course so I’m looking forward to the
minute I catch sight of you
Those rare occasions when we meet to talk
It’s like you’ve never left, but I can not come home
I tell myself to be strong and stay warm, stay warm, stay warm
With a beating heart I drop you off where the bus stops
To take you out of town
I wipe one last streak of hair out of your pretty face
And I’m counting days, until the next year
And it’s a Sunday usually, one of the coldest nights in February
And with the cold that’s been knocking on my window comes the old familiar ache.
I’ve got visions of you
I can’t see what’s real, and even with the TV off
This world feels weird enough
Who am I to wait for someone to twist my head
Again and again and again
Those rare occasions when we meet to talk
It’s like we’ve never left, but we can not come home
I tell myself to be strong and stay warm, stay warm, stay warm
With a beating heart I drop you off where the bus stops
To take you out of town
I wipe one last streak of hair out of your pretty face
And I’m counting days for years, for years for years