Hearing words over them and what we have Is less than what you hoped for Feelings of desperation Why become the one who wants you out And this is left for anyone by letting go With your name they'll find it Here we are another year Another time quietly gone Somedays and Sundays I like You'll never have the conversation Anytime is longer then they've had And in the best situation Why begin your mornings like that In losing time honestly you're running out Keeping such a distance There they are another year Another time quietly gone Somedays and Sundays I like Who believes in anyone in doing so this time We all become a memory of some kind To see the end of anything how it seems so far From here it could be anywhere still that's where You are