Lyrics

It's one-thirty a.m., and I can't fall asleep. Six hours to go before that sun starts to creep. And outside my window I still hear the cars speeding by. But the noise out on Clark isn't what keeps me up. I testify. Hours seem like days. My mind is racing again. I pick up the phone, and I call an old friend. Elizabeth tells me that everything's fine and debonair. But sometimes you get in your car and you drive anywhere but here. So, life, we start again, so long to innocence. All that you own is all that you are, but all that you need you hold in your heart. Or so they say. Miles, miles and miles, and miles away. Three thousand to go at a hundred a day. And Jo always said that I shouldn't have left so suddenly. But you're just twenty-three, you do what you please, and disagree just because. So, life, we start again, so long to innocence. All that you own is all that you are, but all that you need you hold in your heart. Or so they say. So, life, we start again, so long to innocence.