It's about time I got some shoes that had laces, started going to some new places, but I won't.
And I'll vacation in my hometown, walking the trails of my own history, because the heart has reasons that reason just can't know.
I am frozen here. I'm not like this on purpose, but it's my fate I fear. I remember all the places and the faces I used to call friends. We're moving in different directions and the letters just don't get sent.
It's about time I started seeing some new faces, ones I didn't know when they had braces, but I won't.
And I'll vacation in my hometown, follow the tracks that I left in the snow when I touched the heart of Illinois three years ago.
Just one last thing before I let you go: please rate me one to ten on how you think I've been as your friend, as your lover.
Life is not like it was just three years ago.
Track Name: Some Sinatra (Secret Stars)
How many times have I said "I love you" in the backseat of your car?
How many times have I seen your profile in the photobooth so far?
How many times did we ride our bikes to the IHOP late at night?
Down down the big hill by your house, we watched the moon together.
Some Sinatra just for us from the tape deck late at night as the rain sprays on your face through the window while we fight.
I really tried to see it your way, but I was tired and it was late.
So I lied when I said "mañana," because our tomorrow never came.