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.