I wrote a letter home today
To be sure they weren't forgetting me
But the sentences just fell off the page
Well I can only be a runaway
Until I find myself a place to stay
But I will hold you close to these open notes
It's tough to say what you need to hear
I probably won't be around next year
It's tough to say what you need to hear
I'll be gone at the end of summer
When all the leaves are changing color
It's getting dark a little earlier
I'm sure your life is getting better
Do you remember when the radio
Used to tell us all who we should be
But the songs got old and sounded all the same?
My heart keeps jumping when you're calling me
Though we haven't got a thing to say
When I hear our song I have to let it play
It's tough to say what you need to hear
I probably won't be around next year
It's tough to say what you need to hear
I'll be gone at the end of summer
When all the leaves are changing color
It's getting dark a little earlier
I'm sure your life is getting better
I'm such a bore I'm getting old
I held your hand when it got cold
How could we be so full of hope?
Dad's playing card bicycle spokes
I see the path beyond this line
It's funny that I'm running out of time
Live everything your parents spoke
I've read enough to see the joke
Buttoned my suit and sold my soul
How could we be so full of hope?
All my possessions bring me fear
I'm living out my dream this year
I'm such a bore I'm getting old
I held your hand when it got cold
How could we be so full of hope?
I've read enough to see the joke
I've read enough to see the joke