your cracking up on a radio in a tunnel below the city

and i'm losing you 'cause you move too slow

and i'm wishing you could keep up with me

i'm in love with you but i don't know why it gets so complicated

though you have not left you have said goodbye

and i'm wishing that we could have made it

what i wouldn't do to be friends with you

what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do

what i wouldn't do to be friends with you

what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do

you're bearing it up on a thunderstorm on a long red stretch of highway

and i'm wondering if i would be home

if it was anybody else's birthday

i'm in love with you but i kill myself trying to figure out how to do it

you're on a pedestal i'm on the edge of a shelf

you know i'm moving ever closer to it