Oh How We Drift Away

Last time I saw him we weren't really talking He said, "Hey, how're you living? How's life been treating you?" It was at the Good Luck Bar before they closed down About a month before I left town Oh, how we drift away from our friends And the ones back home play "Remember when" You can take me out of your phone If you come knocking, I won't be home Finally met for lunch after weeks of pushing And the catching up dried out just as we were getting drinks Settled in on gossip and restaurants and nonsense And I wish I was as clever as they think Oh, how we drift away from our friends And the ones back home play "Remember when" You can take me out of your phone If you come knocking, I won't be home Home Home Home 20 thousand years ago, can you even imagine? In the Chauvet caves, women painting on the wall Pictures of their memories, pictures of their stories Pictures of their love affairs, pictures of their worries I wonder if they ever dreamt of us at all, at all Oh, we stand on their bones and walk on their souls And the children who lived, grew into women and men And painted over their mother's work again and again Again and again Again and again Oh, how we drift away Oh, how we drift away Oh, how we drift away Oh, how we drift away