Print

It's fun to hang out on Rantoul Street in the spring on Wednesdays. We spent our nights waiting around a parking lot sitting on Exit 5, where time moved slowly. And I hope we are still close. Never having time to get away. All week long I've been trying to say Although far away, we're still friends just at different ends and in different places. I'd be lying if I said I never once felt that pang of regret. Nostalgia is burning a hole in my head. And I hope we are still close. Never having time to get away. All week long I've been trying to say, "I hope we are still close." I'm stuck between states choosing oxygen or friends. Or both with a little effort. So just meet me halfway. Aus Songtexte Mania