My fingers are tongue-tied and my heart is a whole
And my brain was the captain when my heart was gone
And then I would see
The clouds that built a storm inside of me
And now that they're gone, I think its either way

Lately last November I came to you and said
Let’s hit the road and put our old worries to bed
And then you would see
All you have to do is set them free
And now that they're gone I think that I will shout… and try again

All this talk about how time moves fast
I hate to say that this may be my last day with you friend
I'll keep a piece of you inside my head
But I can’t think about those days no more

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