Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams of
ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between
is something sensual in
such non-conventional ways.

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't
say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."

And I can't forget your style or your cynicism, somehow it was
like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to
pages inked to bring you back.

These friends are, new friends are golden.