it seems like the only thing left of us is the dial tone that i hear
when i pick up the phone to call you to apologize
the voice on the other end says
they're not home, they're out with their friends
but remember that used to be me, that used to be me




and it's not that often that you come around
and i'm sorry if i let you down


i drove past your old street and observed from the passenger's side
that the street light across from the house where we used to hang out
doesn't seem so bright


and who are you now?
i must confess, i just don't get who we're trying to impress


and it's not that often that you come around
you build yourself up and you just let me down


and maybe the good old days are gone
but that doesn't mean that there's not more to come
i could be more understanding and not so demanding of you


it's not that often that you come around
and i'm sorry if i let you down
and maybe if we don't try so hard
things will happen from the heart.