We ate our pork fried rice with
plastic forks behind the bank where
a couple of friends talked about cars;
a couple of friends rode skateboards.
This was one night of many.
Didn't seem that important at the time.
Wondering, bored and restless,
was it like this in all the other towns?
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is how we live.
This is all we know.
We got into your car and
we drove out west until we
couldn't tell our location
from the change in the scenery and
there were these buildings I had
never seen before but
we turned around even when
the sky opened up to more, 'cause...
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is how we live.
This is all we know.
Years later, and 200 miles away
I stood on top of a hill at night and
looked out at the lights of the city below
and wondered if anyone out there was paying bills,
or doing homework,
or making calls,
or sending emails,
or looking back.
We crowded across the floor of
your room in the dorm where we spent
so much of our free time freshman year.
We didn't do much, but it was clear
that this was one night of many,
and it felt so important at the time.
But we still got bored and restless
till I didn't see you anymore.