It's so hard to recall all their names
And at 2 AM most of these streets look the same
There's no reason to lie you look pretty when you cry
But we don't want to dwell on that
Cause there are some things we need to forget
And no I don't mean the war
the decisions or regrets. Now you start getting loud
oh you always were proud. And it's true
you have things to be proud of
Through the muffling thickness
of multiple scarves you said
the terrible truth is love has torn us apart
But a side street bar will bring warmth to our hearts
And the past will turn to longing once again

Then January tightened its grip
We swerved into silence the frost sealed our lips
And the detour derailed
we went back from where we came
where they greeted us like we're strangers
It's getting harder and harder to try and fight time
And now the DJ plays our favorite from 1999
But if you hum along and remember the song
we may move on to the next one
But all the tones bounce off these walls
Just like the paint has peeled off of city hall
It used to look beautiful
But it's a fucking disaster now
Well the stains on the tracks
are the proof we have been bleeding
But it's only where they've taken us
not where they're leading
So let the telephone poles
become beacons on the road to a place that's just your own
That you can call home