A Short Drink From A Certain Fountain

A change of clothes and a case in the back seat
I always sent you a text from the road
I used to drive through the arch on Lake Street
To a place that I used to call home
I still send you messages from the road
Sometimes you don’t respond and
Sometimes you’re despondent
Sometimes you’re reminded that I’m a hundred miles away

We cracked the seal and we cranked up the volume
Ignored the knocks from the kids down the hall
Everything froze in the cold mountain air
But we were on top of it all
I wonder if you’ll remember this when I call
You may not respond and
You might be despondent
You might be reminded that I’m a two hour drive away

One of these nights we’ll have a short conversation and lose touch forever
I’ll be so far away that nothing I say will matter when you find something better
I spent so much time reinforcing the ties we’d inevitably sever

Time doesn’t stop for anyone
But let’s turn back the clocks
And try to stay young