Can't you see

That these long nights on the phone

And these complaints make coming home

A little harder on the head

And heavier on the heart

We will rise again

We'll come back to meet our friends

(With miles behind our backs

And open road ahead)

And can't we fall asleep tonight

Without having to explain to each other

What we're about

I'll send some roses home to you

If that's what I have to do

To make it home

With us still intact