Didn't you wanna hear the sound of all the places we could go?

Do you fear the expressions on the faces we don't know?

It's a cold, hard road when you wake up,

and I don't think that I have the strength to let you go.

Maybe it's just me.

Couldn't you believe that everything I said and did wasn't just deceiving?

And the tear in your eye, and your calm, hard face

makes me wish that I was never brought into this place.

There goes my ring, it might as well have been shattered.

And I'm here to sing about the things that mattered.

About the things that made us feel alive for oh so long.

About the things that kept you on my side when I was wrong.

And someday, I promise I'll be gone.

And someday, I might even sing this song to you.

I might even sing this song to you.

To you, to you, to you...

And I was crying alone tonight, and I was wasting all of my life

just thinking of you.

So just come back, we'll make it better.

So just come back, I'll make it better than it ever was.

secondhand serenade - maybe