this one goes on to you,
all the reasons i know.
this one goes on to you,
i never had a clue.
so this is what i do,
this is the people i know,
you know i miss your touch,
when we ran out of love.
i gotta thorn in my side,
i never get it out.
i got things to hide,
i rather live without.
and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun,
we split up in two,
just like my favourite tune.
i dont envy you you feel the same way..
and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun,
we split up in two,
just like my favourite tune.
i dont envy you, you feel the same way too.