...Listen

Can't you see that I'm trying to get through to you

This door keeps slamming on my hands

I'm thinking about the way you used to be the one who said to me

"Your song keeps playing in my head"

Maybe I should write it down

And turn another page, then just rip it out

There's so much left to say

(Chorus:)

We live tonight again and again

And it's all I've ever wanted, all I've dreamed and more, and I'm sure

That when we first way up somewhere in the middle of New York and California

Where are you? Where are we going to?

I've got wheels on my bedroom floor, and oil in my closet

My best friends all live next door

Do you remember all the things you said?

Turn back another page like I never left

Until I leave again

(Chorus)

It's just another stretch of highway, I never asked for ordinary time

And time change

If I rewrote this it might just sound the same

It might just sound the same

(Chorus)

(When we first wake up somewhere in the middle)

Where are you? (Where are we?)

(Going to)