Three Years Later

I think that I just saw God

Out my airplane window

The most greens and yellows

I’d seen in a while

You were busy making love

To a girl from Greensboro

Something about her seems so juvenile

Does she help you to forget we're growing old

Forget your life is short and days are too damn long

Maybe I’m too good at reminding you of the intertwining roads we’re on

I just saw a shooting star

Made of light and wires

Made of starting fires

Inside your mind

If I never say goodbye

Even when you hurt me

And when you desert me

For months at a time

'Cause you help me to forget

We're growing old

Forget your life is short and days are too damn long

Maybe I’m too good at reminding you of the intertwining roads we’re on

Now we're stopping time and I forget what happened yesterday

Oh and I’m trying to decide if you’re no good for me

But it seems too hard to start anew and get to know someone like I know you

I think that I’ll take him home

And maybe we can hold hands

'Til they feel like your hands

And I’ll still feel alone