take me down the road we used to go
when it didn’t matter
what road we chose to go
living night by night
hooked on every word
now the glasses are rose-tinted
since they’re all bitter now
but I have seen your eyes
looking into mine
felt your shovel hands
on my pimpled skin
and I have imagined it
over and over and over
it was the rows though
over and over and over
I don’t care anymore
who was right nobody won
but now we’re here
out of the blue and overdue
over another glass of bitter
take me down the road we used to go