This faded picture shows that time has passed by far to fast. I should have known. Turn up the radio, roll down the windows. Drive me home slow. Where were all the things you stand behind when you needed someone to stand behind? I feel like I’m done here. You never failed to glow I never failed to show you say the word and I’ll move faster. I knew from the get-go you were in it to win it, but now I lay here a loser and no ones winning. And you were never too late, too slow to start, to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart who kept trying hard. In reverie I see the real you. Come home tonight and we can make something out of my life. Come home tonight. Maybe I’ll find you somewhere.