I sign a page as you sign mine too Our ancient way since 1982 inquire about summer, and state all regrets we made why do we have to change? Crowd up the page with your thoughts and your phone number in 2 months time you'll be skiing in Denver we keep in touch through phone calls and letters why do we have to change? When I'm tired and defeated then I reach under my bed again Your inscription starts fill my head To remember everything you said Maybe one day we'll meet up again
Probably you'll be someone different then But in the end all I see's your name And I should call if I lose the game Meet all my friends at the high school reunion make up some goals and build up illusions five years of my life.... The choices I made, they were wrong I've felt that way all along Now that we're grown, where went the plan? Let's leave it all written in sand! All my weak words they fall off, fall to nothing But when I'm sure, I fill full empty cups in.