Jun 28, 2005 18:46
It's gotten late and now I want to be alone.
All of our friends were here, now they've all gone home.
And here I sit on the front porch, watching the drunks stumble forth into the night.
You gave me a heart attack, I didn't see you there.
I thought you dissapeared so early away from here.
And this is the chance I never got to make a move, but we just talk about the people we've met...
love