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It’s 20 'til 3, 'til I sit alone
In the after school bus, I’ll be going home
And the city still makes me feel… little
My father’s father, he lives down the road
And it never feels like they’re growing old
And the city still makes me feel… little
What did I say
About the dining table?
Why did you change?
You said your heart was faithful
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fipping through 1998
I’ve memorized my room from the videotape
Handheld, you, you held me too
Disc by disc, digging for a date
When I zipped you up, put it all away
You held on, but I didn’t let you (I didn’t let you)
Now if our hills catch fire, and nobody’s home
Then our house is saved, but it’s overflown
And our garden weeps, would you call to let me know?
What if bad news breaks through the telephone?
What if you never understand?
I’m still coming home
You know I miss you more, more than a little
What did I say
About the dining table?
Why did you change?
You said your heart was faithful
What did we say (Didn't we say)
About going slow?
Why have we changed?
Is it just because we’re capable?
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh