Worn out shoes and faded denim jackets
A beat up car optimistic attitude
Those nights were spent under moonlight in the backseat
But little did I know I'd be missing you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
Baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
Baby I'm not coming home to you
Remember when I kissed you on the back porch
Remember when your dreams were coming true
With punk rock songs and a future yet to happen
And stolen dreams that died a death with you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
Baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
Baby I'm not coming home to you
All those nights spent in the rain
I wish that I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was standing on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
Baby I'm not coming home to you
Baby I'm not coming home to you