my friends live on islands, my friends live on mountains, my friends live in places far far away,
so i cross silver bridges and i climb over ridges, i count the dead things on the highway until i see them again,
distance is glamorous but distance seems ominous, i got a cigar box that's filled to the top with love letters i haven't sent and sorrows i've never spent, sentimental grown up tales never told,
i worry i'll change, afraid that i haven't i cannot explain simple daily occurrences, the characters enter as often as they exit and they leave me alone.
the boys i thought beautiful are all dead now or in law school, i've lost all their numbers, you know i just don't remember, all the streets, all the houses, all the bars, all the apartments,
something happened here once, it was beautiful, but i just don't recall and i picture my self, i'm walking down 7th street, my hair was long and in my face, a winter coat clutched around me, it's there i see myself stuck in the life of a young man, oh god, i thought i killed him long ago,
i worry i'll change, afraid that i haven't, i cannot explain simple daily occurrences, the characters enter as often as they exit and they leave me alone.