Worn out shoes and faded denim jackets A beat up car optimistic attitude Those nights were spent under moonlight in the backseat But little did I know I'd be missing you All those nights spent in the rain Wishing I was holding you again Baby I'm not coming home to you I was waiting on the platform for the train I'm calling out your name Baby I'm not coming home to you Remember when I kissed you on the back porch Remember when your dreams were coming true With punk rock songs and a future yet to happen And stolen dreams that died a death with you All those nights spent in the rain Wishing I was holding you again Baby I'm not coming home to you I was waiting on the platform for the train I'm calling out your name Baby I'm not coming home to you All those nights spent in the rain I wish that I was holding you again But baby I'm not coming home to you I was standing on the platform for the train I'm calling out your name Baby I'm not coming home to you Baby I'm not coming home to you