If I could go it alone maybe I'd meet you down the sunlit highway
There was a language we spoke
There was a warmth to every lovelorn "No"
If there's a language at all
Our left hands shaking
Sounding bells on your fire escape
I pass it still in the cold
Six years waiting like a childhood dog
Given the choice I'd fade this like a well-worn radio
Given the chance I chased you like a childhood untied dog
Given the choice I'd fade this like a well-worn radio
Given the chance I chased you like a childhood untied dog
Given the choice I'd fade this like a well-worn radio
Given the chance I chased you like a childhood untied dog
I got one eye on the road
