A change of clothes and a case in the backseat I always sent you a text from the road I used to drive through the arch on Lake Street To a place that I used to call home I still send you messages from the road And sometimes you don't respond and Sometimes you're despondent Sometimes you're reminded That I'm a hundred miles away ... We cracked the seal and we cranked up the volume Ignored the knocks from the kids down the hall Everything froze in the cold mountain air But we were on top of it all I wonder if you'll remember this When I call You may not respond and You might be despondent You might be reminded That I'm a two hour drive away One of these nights we'll have a short conversation and lose touch forever I'll be so far away that nothing I say will matter when you find something better I spent so much time reinforcing the ties we'd inevitably sever Time doesn't stop For anyone Let's turn back the clocks And try to stay young ... One of these nights we'll have a short conversation and lose touch forever I'll be so far away that nothing I say will matter when you find something better I spent so much time reinforcing the ties we'd inevitably sever Time doesn't stop For anyone Let's turn back the clocks And try to stay young Time doesn't stop For anyone Let's turn back the clocks And try to stay young Let's turn back the clocks And try to stay young