I'll meet you in December, when the sun is calm
He has poetry painted all over the walls
Mine are a childish blue painted by mom when I was eight
When you turn your back, I can't see your face
I remember how I used to drive you back home
I remember how I showed you your favourite song
The salt in your hair, the sun burns my eyes
I'm a joke with a bad punchline, so just roll the dice
I remember how I used to drive you back home
I remember how I showed you your favourite song
Now I'm driving alone, chasing my blues again
But I've got room for one more in this minivan
I remember driving you back home
But the moon died early on this sad mid-June
Wrote an epitaph on your old bed frame
Thousand words encarved but they're all the same
I remember driving you back home
But the moon died early on this sad mid-June
Wrote an epitaph on your old bed frame
Thousand words encarved but they're all the same
I remember driving you back home
But the moon died early on this sad mid-June
Wrote an epitaph on your old bed frame
Thousand words encarved but they're all the same
Hope you find your dreams in Amsterdam
And you never learned really who I am
And I wish I was a better friend to you then
And I wish you took better care of yourself