Wherever you go, no matter how farnEven if I cannot reach you no morenI know that we're not perfect by farnBut joined by the sound of a humble guitarnSome people say, we're joined at the hipnBut we're joined by a playlist, where we pick the hitsnThey got us through some of our worst timesnLike broken hearts and dodgy linesnBroken hearts and dodgy linesnnDon't know why I'm talkingnCos you don't hear what I saynI'm sure you'd love to listennBut the tune gets in the waynnIt's not ending, cos we're just at the startnWe're not over, just confused and drifting apartnI'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the carnYou'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch that farnnWhatever I say, no matter how truenIt's seems that I can't get through to younBut as soon as I put my thumb on playnAll of the rows go awaynnDon't know why I'm talkingnCos you don't hear what I saynI'm sure you'd love to listennBut the tune gets in the waynnIt's not ending, cos we're just at the startnWe're not over, just confused and drifting apartnI'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the carnYou'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch that farnIt's not ending, cos we're just at the startnWe're not over, just confused and drifting apartnI'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the carnYou'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch that farnIt's not ending, cos we're just at the startnWe're not over, just confused and drifting apartnI'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the carnYou'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch that far