Something's never change, but we're not the way we used to be.
You'll get married soon, to a friend you knew and it's the last of you we'll see.
Let's move away, a job in a different state.
A million times, I'm tired of playing songs that sound this way,
Are we losing touch with the things that we believed?
Where once was home, is a long hallway - abandoned and lonely.
Somewhere you leave your stuff, every six months -
And only go to visit people that you used to know on holidays.
I remember when we said we'd never be the same again.
Searching for the light - a city that feels right.
And as you roam, I wonder where you'll lay your head tonight.
The longest road, I could never bare the load.
'M half a world away thinking of when you're coming home.
Are we losing us? The connections we once had?
When we don't talk, you seem okay. Can it really be so bed?
I guess I'll sell your stuff, in a couple of months.
Long enough for me to get it through my head - You're never coming home.
I remember when we said we'd never be the same again.
And I remember when we said that some things never change.
Can I stay the same? Will I still lay down my life?
Dreaming of an aisle seat, coffee eyes and an early morning flight.
Will I be alone? Will I see you on the road?
I know we said we'd never change but i guess you never know.
Are we losing touch with the things that we believe?
And we won't talk - you'll be okay, and I guess we'll wait and see,
If we have enough, to survive next month.
And you won't see me at reunions, bars or coffee shops cause I'm never coming home.