Houston

You had just left your home

Still pink out on your own

When you were struck down low

Tried too hard to fit in

Were never one of them

Started to forget the real you

I don't want you to say

That you'll get right

I don't need a lie tonight

Might not be your fault

But it's not mine

Please just fall in line

Make you better

Make you right

I'd wave my hand and

You'd be alright

A little too late

For that, it's true

But I won't give up on you

You called me yesterday

What were you trying to say

Sounded so scrambled and frantic

More than a couple years

Since I could hear you clear

Starting to forget the old you

I don't want you to say

That you'll get right

I don't need a lie tonight

Might not be your fault

But it's not mine

Maybe I'll stop tryin'

Make you better

Make you right

I'd wave my hand and

You'd be alright

A little too late for that it's true

But I won't pull the plug on you

It is a little too late

For that, it's true

But I won't give up on you

I'm always coming back

To places that we sat

When we spoke of our future

May not have ended up

How we dreamt it up

But maybe that's ok