Changing in the room
Your best friends outside waiting on the porch for you
I'm in Portland sleeping on the floor
Waking wondering what all those missed calls were for
Sitting in your car
Watching your shopping cart go slowly rolling by
She's in bed and she is wondering why
Her mother's on the phone and she can hear her cry
I don't know what it means
I don't know what it means or where we go
I don't know what it means
I don't know what it means or where we go
But one thing I do
Someday I will join you