Well it's funny with age you get to the stage you had in your heart down on the same page your heart will wait forever but your skin says you're getting old.
Good things come to those who wait the lights were up and it's getting late. She wore my coat cause she said that it was cold.
Funny how quick a coat turns into the ring Looking back now I don't remember a thing
We don't talk about the writings on the wall Somedays we don't talk at all And when the lights are dim and my time is free
I sometimes think about the good times that I missed Sometimes think about the girls I could have kissed. But I settled for her and she settled for me.
Well it's funny how time just seems to fly, you blink your eyes and it will pass you by For too long you're getting on the bus for free. Same old routine, same old blue jeans, Same old nightmares, different dreams.
Funny how quick the days turn into years, Funny some people stay, some disapear.
We don't talk about the writing on the wall...
Ain't it funny how you miss someone and you sat there next to them at home Ain't it funny how hard we are to change, like we're made out of stone.