There’s a cup of weak coffee in front of me
The massive crowd is all you can see
Can’t understand why we can’t be
Known to the world

So here: a toast, to the cynical
True love has always seemed like a miracle
And now, before I get too emotional
I have to say something

Because I don’t know if you know
There’s way too many things untold
And so, before we get too old
I raise my glass to you

Chorus:
The doodling on paper napkins
Reminiscent of those days
They’ve all been stored deep within
Impossible to walk away
All I’ve got’s a ticket stub
And the blisters on my toes
And a list of all the 50 states
The rest leaves as the wind blows

Photograph lying on my floor
It’s as if I’m waging a constant war
Between me and my locked door
Behind which you stand

There’s shit on the radio
It doesn’t soothe the pain, you know
I want to get in your car and just let it go
Feel the wind through my hair

But I don’t know if you care
Are you happy over there
Please, will you pay this fare
Broken hearts ain’t cheap

Chorus

It’s been a long, long time
I don’t know if I’ll be fine
Because I thought you were mine
Don’t you recall those words

And it’s you I can’t lose
They say love is for fools
Still, the end of my fuse
You’ve colored the rainbow for me

I miss those nice long walks
I think we need to talk
There’s an image I can’t block
It’s of you and I, the happy times

Chorus

7/20/2007