it's one of those nights that for which you would kill
one at the corner of west and seventh and you're at a standstill
with my heart in my hand, gripping at the pieces
laughing at the error of my ways
i'd grab you off the tar
and we'd drive really far
just you, me and a guitar
i'd strum away
singing at the top of my lungs
the words swirl out my mouth
and ring in your ears
they go a little something like:

"if love was really true
then i'd be holding you
and i'd never have to miss this so...
we could walk away for
miles and we could stumble in the dirt...
we'd never forget."

as your plane takes flight
it tears you away from me
i wish you didn't have to move
we could sing another song
and you could even hum along
wouldn't that be nice?
so i hope while you're away
and while i'll never see you again
i hope that the song we sang so long ago
would get big and on the radio
it'd boom through the speakers
with so much love and care
the words like wind blowing in your hair
we'd sing at the same time
from worlds away
i'd scream it loud and sing...