too far away, too many roads, story ended long ago
he's starting to think, he's thuinking that he's got to go home
he's writing her a letter and explaining how it is because he's way too proud to say "i better go home" he's just old, he's just sitting there growing old
like a photograph sitting on a bench and he's just waiting to, waiting to grow more or less, he never talks, just write a note and put him on
he's starting to sink, he's sinking and he better go home
picture's taken black and white, an art piece hanging on his back
it's way too good to break, to make him go home
he's just old, he's just sitting there growing old
like a photograph sitting on a bench and he's just waiting to, waiting to grow..