This whole week's been wasted on back roads and gasoline. This distance doesn't make things easier And these friendships don't seem to help me. I let you follow far too close. When we were younger we never wanted to be alone With our bad luck and foreign lines. We'll fill the streets again. If i take this corner, i'll take the whole goddamn street back. I heard that living like this can take years off your life. If you could make me fine - if you could make me alright. You've got to let me go. I always found it hard to recognize your face in the morning In the cold, in the winter, in my home. I can't even sleep without listening. We can celebrate changed lives with everybody else.