It's been at least seven or eight years
Since the last time that we met
And in between I only heard your name
In quiet and concerned conversations
You know so much about just where I've been
And you seem so interested
You have a lead guitar you never learned to play
Now you're looking for a job
I think back to when we were just kids
With so much hiding underneath
I guess it all comes out eventually
Now there's nowhere left to hide
Now there's a fog between you and everything
And I don't know what put it there
I finally give my sympathy
When I don't know what else to say
I don't know what else to say