It could be so easy to leave this place
Without packing, without thinking
There's this certain carefreeness
When you've got the wind in your hair,
Windows down, radio up
And nothing but highway ahead of you.
It could be so easy....
I hear you're moving.
I guess the house I left in December is finally going to be empty,
And now someone else will have midnight memories
In that kitchen,
Someone else's glass coffee table will sit in the living room
Where the tiles used to be blue
And we could never find a reason to replace the light
When it burnt out,
Along with a friendship, a few relationships, and many candles.
It's just as well...
I think we left our mark there,
Somewhere between where the cats marked the walls with claw marks,
And where furniture scratched against hardwood,
Moved in haste in the middle of the night.
Do you wonder who will curse the closet door,
And step on that one nail in the floorboard that always stuck up?
I do...
I feel like no matter how far i move, i can't escape this place,
With all its tearful memories and rundown dreams
I feel like there's too many things here to say goodbye to,
But i know if my weak heart took the time to really look,
I'd see there's nothing left here at all.
Just places we used to go. People we used to be. Friends we used to know.
I wish i could put my hand in the strong palm of my wonderful boy
And lead him somewhere that only we would go
Where we got forget about everything here,
Except last summer, and a few assorted memories
I wish we could find some perfect house somewhere
Where we could lay in bed all day like we did last May
And not think twice about what lays outside those walls
I'm sure there's some place like that,
And i can't wait until we find it
If we could just put these last couple things into some figurative box
And cart our lives away to somewhere better
And we could find time to fall in love again
Maybe in some other kitchen, or under some other bridge
I'd really like that
Do you remember the dream?
Where we would build our perfect houses together,
Next to each other,
On some beach,
Close enough that the cats could jump through the windows
And mingle
Kinda like in that movie we could never get enough of
That was always my favorite dream of ours...
Where are you building yours?
I'd still like to build mine there someday too.
I'm tired of dressing up like a Barbie doll, hoping that someone will take notice
That all these little things we strive for,
Will pay off in ways we always hoped
And tired of smiling that plastic smile at ungrateful people
Who drink their Coors Light drafts like they're going out of style,
Triumphantly slip a crinkled dollar bill under the plate
Which you can then stick in an envelope and mail to the credit card companies,
The only real people you get mail from these days,
And life goes on outside these walls
But everyone looks straight ahead,
They don't even see you
Put a few more things into this box that holds my life
And label them with meaningless titles
"Friend" "Girlfriend" "Fiance" "Graduate" "Head Trainer"
Yeah where did any of those ever get you
You're still in this same town,
Surrounded by these same faceless people
Listening to same songs
And complaining about the same things.
Someone,
Tell me where that house is....
Where my boyfriend will just lay with me on a Friday morning
And not rush to do "things"
Where my once best friend lives next door
And every Thursday
We dance, like no one's watching
Without packing, without thinking
There's this certain carefreeness
When you've got the wind in your hair,
Windows down, radio up
And nothing but highway ahead of you.
It could be so easy....
I hear you're moving.
I guess the house I left in December is finally going to be empty,
And now someone else will have midnight memories
In that kitchen,
Someone else's glass coffee table will sit in the living room
Where the tiles used to be blue
And we could never find a reason to replace the light
When it burnt out,
Along with a friendship, a few relationships, and many candles.
It's just as well...
I think we left our mark there,
Somewhere between where the cats marked the walls with claw marks,
And where furniture scratched against hardwood,
Moved in haste in the middle of the night.
Do you wonder who will curse the closet door,
And step on that one nail in the floorboard that always stuck up?
I do...
I feel like no matter how far i move, i can't escape this place,
With all its tearful memories and rundown dreams
I feel like there's too many things here to say goodbye to,
But i know if my weak heart took the time to really look,
I'd see there's nothing left here at all.
Just places we used to go. People we used to be. Friends we used to know.
I wish i could put my hand in the strong palm of my wonderful boy
And lead him somewhere that only we would go
Where we got forget about everything here,
Except last summer, and a few assorted memories
I wish we could find some perfect house somewhere
Where we could lay in bed all day like we did last May
And not think twice about what lays outside those walls
I'm sure there's some place like that,
And i can't wait until we find it
If we could just put these last couple things into some figurative box
And cart our lives away to somewhere better
And we could find time to fall in love again
Maybe in some other kitchen, or under some other bridge
I'd really like that
Do you remember the dream?
Where we would build our perfect houses together,
Next to each other,
On some beach,
Close enough that the cats could jump through the windows
And mingle
Kinda like in that movie we could never get enough of
That was always my favorite dream of ours...
Where are you building yours?
I'd still like to build mine there someday too.
I'm tired of dressing up like a Barbie doll, hoping that someone will take notice
That all these little things we strive for,
Will pay off in ways we always hoped
And tired of smiling that plastic smile at ungrateful people
Who drink their Coors Light drafts like they're going out of style,
Triumphantly slip a crinkled dollar bill under the plate
Which you can then stick in an envelope and mail to the credit card companies,
The only real people you get mail from these days,
And life goes on outside these walls
But everyone looks straight ahead,
They don't even see you
Put a few more things into this box that holds my life
And label them with meaningless titles
"Friend" "Girlfriend" "Fiance" "Graduate" "Head Trainer"
Yeah where did any of those ever get you
You're still in this same town,
Surrounded by these same faceless people
Listening to same songs
And complaining about the same things.
Someone,
Tell me where that house is....
Where my boyfriend will just lay with me on a Friday morning
And not rush to do "things"
Where my once best friend lives next door
And every Thursday
We dance, like no one's watching
