Spent far too much time this year hunting down wires in the tourist bar
To ask you how your wedding went
To ask you if you've seen the time
Spent far too much time this year finding freinds' recovery rooms
Scouring old photo books
All hurled stones
Doesn't seem so old
Doesn't seem so far away
Watched that truck spin around for what must have been hours
A thousand highway days wide awake and aware
These unfamiliar things we'll call our own
I will make it all my home

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