Today, I get a call from an old friend
I’ve lost touch with (for years)
He says he’ll go very far off tomorrow
He tells me to meet him in the alley
where we played together when we were little
for he’s going far off tomorrow
I’m on the jolting subway car
to go to the alley
How many things we’ve lost touch with
while living our lives
In the narrow alley that looked so wide
when I was little
I see a sweet old friend
welcomely sprint toward me
He suggests meeting the world full of hope
that we dreamed about when we were little
saying he’ll go very far off tomorrow
He suggests meeting with a wide, beaming smile
someday when he comes back
saying he’ll go very far off tomorrow
I’m on the jolting subway car
to go to the alley
How many things we’ve lost touch with
while living our lives
In the narrow alley that looked so wide
when I was little
I see a sweet old friend
welcomely sprint toward me
lalalallala lallalallala
lalallallalala
How many things we’ve lost touch with
while living our lives
lalalallala lallalallala
lalallallalala
How many things we’ve lost touch with
while living our lives
lalalallala lallalallala
lalallallalala
How many things we’ve lost touch with
while living our lives