White Walls

This room of people I don’t know

My crooked back, my hair is gray

My friends I’ve grown too old

And I grow older every day

These white walls are colored with

High hopes and plans for California

Now the floor is cracked and the windows faded

I don’t know why but we never made it

Out, of this house

And the sunrise over the Atlantic

Doesn’t shine as bright when your friends are a thousand miles away

And you don’t know when they’re calling back

You longed, you wanted

I stalled, I’ve fallen

And these stars aren’t strong enough to follow home

These white walls

These white walls

Are turning gray

The streetlights will take me

Though they don’t know where I’m heading

I hope to God it’s somewhere beautiful

Where no one changes, I can’t take this

Waiting around for the sun to catch up to us

I’m heading out, I’m going nowhere

I’m burning down your picture

Because a piece of you means no piece of mind at all

Am I the only one

Who thinks there could’ve been more to us than

Cheap hotels and nicotine

I hope you understand

I never was a gallant man

Or quick to be too charming

But I’m oh so good at lying

When I say, “I wish you well.”

I wish you well

And you know I need you back

And I know the miles between us

Aren’t far enough

Haven’t we had enough

And the towns change like the hours

But no peace comes from this open road

These towns

And I’m growing old,

But at least I’ll do it

Alone

These white walls are colored with

High hopes and plans for California

Now the floor is cracked and the windows faded

I don’t know, but we never made it

Out, of this goddamn town

And I,

I wish you well