I got your voicemail in the car
Tried to call back but it felt too hard
Tonight I'm playing at the bar
I'll see you soon but it seems so far
I remember when we were twelve
Going to the beach and taking home shells
Now I'm living by myself
Driving all night to sleep in motels
It all feels so new
I heard you sing on the radio
Flipping through stations that I don't know
Just getting where I need to go
Five more miles but traffic's so slow
I remember when we were younger
On your mom's phone calling random numbers
Two jaded little amateurs
Star 67 connoisseurs
It all feels so new
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