Let's get the old gang back together
leave our cars in the gas station lot
the land back there goes on for acres and acres
we'll find the old bonfire spot
The heart is an empty streambed
and years are the water run dry
waiting to open my eyes and see us
how we used to be
Here we go again the same digressions
playing the parts we wrote for ourselves
the little gray lies and the tiny aggressions
the parts of our lives we never quite tell
Sum up a decade or two
in an hour of conversation
the years like a foreign tongue
we lose through layers of translation
remember the plans we made
the world was ours to save
now we don't speak that way
Let's get the old gang back together
leave our cars in the gas station lot
the land back there goes on for acres and acres
we'll find the old bonfire spot

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