Sunday in the station and I'm looking down the tracks,
You can come back now.
Everybody's in the room tonight.
You're still far away and I
Oh, restless city streets, all these wild and lonely dreams,
I won't follow them.
Somewhere at the bottom of the deepest well,
I realize I've lost it
Anyway that you can,
Anyway that you can.
Anyways that you can,
Anyway that you can.
Empty airport runways are sand beneath my feet
I can't find you here
And all the old familiar places
Now they only feel so strange, and I
Far across the water on some other distant beach,
Somewhere out of reach.
Watch the lights go down along the coastline
Disappearing, oh
Anyway that you can
Anyway that you can
Anyway that you can,
Anyway that you can.
No returning, January sun.
How can we even go on?
Anyway that you can
Anyway that you can
Anyway that you can
Anyway that you can