Are you alone—can you talk to an old friend
Right or wrong—I had to hear your voice again
Unwritten law, protocol
Says to leave the past alone

I just wanted you to know
Sometimes driving home at night
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio
And cruise down old route 59
And girl it's solid gold, well, I'll let you go
I just wanted you to know

Through the vine—I heard your life has turned out well
As for mine—you know it's really had to tell
'Cause now and then what might have been interfaces with what might be
Please don't cry, I'll say goodbye
And I wont call you anymore