You were quiet and dark for a blonde and you

Said you didn't wanna talk about it

Then you dyed your hair it looked good but you

Didn't look so good yourself

There was tension in the air and you said that you

Loved a boy that I liked

I hit the gas 'cause I knew that you were more

Important than romantic delight

So we sat and we cried

With Fleetwood Mac on your stereo

And we laughed and we cried again

But we're here

We've got somewhere to go and we're still around

(Baby, we're still around, baby)

Yeah we're here

I've got so much to tell you we're still around

(Baby, we're still around, baby)

(We're still around, baby)

(We're still around, baby)

Now I panic on trains, I got bangs, and I'm

Singing at retirement parties

Collecting hearts of men and melodies that feel like hitting repeat

With every broken illusion I wonder if any of this is still beautiful

But now you're blonde and we're driving to Zion

And shit doesn't seem so bad

So we laughed and we cried

With Carole King on your stereo

And we'll laugh and we'll drive again

But we're here

We've got somewhere to go and we're still around

(Baby, we're still around, baby)

Yeah we're here

I've got so much to tell you we're still around

(Baby, we're still around, baby)

And I-

Well I'd drive a thousand miles

Just to sing that song with you

And I'd pen a thousand different lines

For the love you run into

I'll be there watching your life go by

And I'll ride it with you even if you're not sure

Why

Still around baby, we're still around baby

Laugh and we'll cry laugh and we'll cry again

Still around baby, we're still around baby

Drive

Still around baby, we're still around baby

We'll laugh and we'll cry we'll laugh and we'll cry again

Still around baby, we're still around baby