| These cities blur before me, a swirl of colors leaned against the sky
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| Gone so far away and I never really told you good bye
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| I know it’s kind of lame but sometimes things just turn out that way
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| We were the best of friends and I’ll always remember you that way
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| We started out with nothing, but wild plans and big ideas and dreams
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| You were quick to swing the hammer and always fast with some ingenious scheme
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| Sometimes we argued violently but forged it out of bedrock into steel
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| Our foundations were so solid and our instincts based on something very real
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| I feel so damned nostalgic every time I think about those times
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| I forget how it became that I wouldn’t recognize you on the line
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| I start to feel so guilty but goddamn it I swear to you I tried
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| To bridge between the distances before I left without saying good-bye
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| I have friends I met last weekend and friends I’ve had since I was eight
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| Friends I’ve said goodbye to and friends who unexpectedly passed away
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| And nothing is disposable; |
| at least it’s never been that way for me
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| Its not like you were an acquaintance that I could say never really meant
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| anything to me
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| No we were really great friends and I always thought that it would be that way
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| Yet I wonder if I’d know you if the guy that I saw last walked in here today
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| And I swear until I die, I never would have expected you and I
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| To grow so far apart and leave without ever saying good bye |