Cant you see that Im trying to get through to you This door keeps slamming on my hands Im thinking about the way you used to be the one who said to me Your song keeps playing in my head Maybe I should write it down And turn another page, then just rip it out Theres so much left to say Chorus We live tonight again and again And its all Ive ever wanted, all Ive dreamed and more, and Im sure That when we first way up somewhere in the middle of New York and California Where are you? Where are we going to? Ive got wheels on my bedroom floor, and oil in my closet My best friends all live next door Do you remember all the things you said? Turn back another page like I never left Until I leave again Chorus Its just another stretch of highway, I never asked for ordinary time And time change If I rewrote this it might just sound the same It might just sound the same Chorus When we first wake up somewhere in the middle Where are you? Where are we? Going to
page, middle, another, rewrote, somewhere