that's three blocks away but too far alreadynwith the rain that crashes and the people walkingnbut i'd rather sit here a little longernand i don't think you care and i don't think you're really waitingnand even if you do this is just kind of what i owe you for what happened beforenand tell me all about it:nwere you drunk or not when you said you missed me?ni want a haircut that kills, i want it in front of my eyesni wanna wear tight jeans and raglan sweaters and dance at your luau nightnand drive away with your best friend and make you crynsipping on gin and tonic and talking about my bandntelling everybody how fun it is to be touring across the new worldnwhen you alone would listen and know how it hurts sometimesnand i would tell you all about it and you would kiss my forehead and smileni don't know where i'm going, babyni don't know where i'm going, babyni don't know where i'm going, babyni don't know where i'm going, goingni don't know where i'm going, going