4 am Half a world away in Washington, she calls and says, "she's gone" Barely breathing on the phone, I am barely holding on To what I have at home, slowly drifting from my own What kind of friend is not around, Always out of town, and can't come back now? What kind of friend's not by your side? Hear me tonight: You can't go We're not ready, people need you still (I need you still, please come back down) If I head home tonight, even the very first flight would be too late Because you've gone away, and I wasn't there in the first place It comes again Spilling off the page, these pixels make the words that read, "He's gone" Air can't seem to find my lungs I am ever so alone When all I have to hold, is a liquid crystal rope to home What kind of son is not around, Always out of town and can't come back now? What kind of son's not by your side to say his goodbyes? You can't go We're not ready, people need you still (I need you still, please come back down) If I head home tonight, even the very first flight would be too late Because you've gone away, and I wasn't there in the first place Every day I await your embrace, but you're so far away Are you listening? You're so far away Will you wait for me?