You were by my side on the frontlines Do you remember? Do you remember? Two casualties of the punk wars Buried in leather, in leather But these days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And the waves of conversations breaking on The shores of my head again ♪ Furnishments, dumpstered, or groundscored You didn't need money, not money Everything you owned in a hatchback Battered and musty, and musty But these days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking Deeper into their sins And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when ♪ Reach out Reach out Reach out to what is choking you To what is choking you Reach out to what is choking you To what is choking you Reach out These days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And the waves of conversations breaking on The shores of my head again Yeah, these days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when Yeah, I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when