I know you arenAnother planet miles apartnIs it a question of things you really should have cared about?nnYou took a drive, countries callednMore than your friends did, they watched you fallnAnd now you've pulled the wires right from the wallnnFlagsnDon't ask me how I'm doingnI'm doing finennSet it straightnSo there is no road left, only waternSpent your time hopelessly alonenIt's no real price to pay anywaynnAnd your first letter camenStressing lines against the whitening pagenA trauma type, saturation stainsnnFlagsnHe went from riches to ragsnnWhere are my friends?nI'm a burden to their hallowed sensenWhen I felt my head came to an endnI made promises, I made promises never keptnnYour head at nightnSo many thoughts fought for the finish linenWhen there's no beginning before you're running out of timennYou're so hard to ignorenYou're on my mind from beach to trestle doornI'm thinking of you, flat out cold, beneath the starboard floornnFlagsnDon't ask me how he's doingnHe's doing finenFlagsnHe went from riches to rags