The Way We Were

I packed my bags, slightly jaded… unfulfilled, and took to the road for home.
It’s neither there nor here or in the places in between, but the faces seem to remind me of a better time; when we weren’t so busy, when the miles between weren’t too many, and the five hour phone calls weren’t too long, and the drives we’d take just to get away until the sun came to take us home… it’s just the way we were.
I count the miles in the hours with how may cigarettes I’ve smoked, and the days I’ve been gone the size of laundry I’ve got in my back seat, but it doesn’t faze me. No, it’s amazing how home is as close as the next song.
It’s a balance I have yet to find – conviction without compromise, some peace in a present state of mind, but it doesn’t faze me. No it’s amazing – how life has a way of making you the way you are.
Well, it’s a balance I have yet to find – conviction without compromise, some peace in a present state of mind, but it doesn’t faze me. No it’s amazing how we always go it together – it’s just we way we are.