I'd walk away with a suitcase full of dreams, my memories on cassette, our window of opportunity remains painted shut as you ghost heads for California.This head is heavy and this weight on my shouldersis more that i can bear.Because if the mourning sky arrives and the birds can't sing a song to make you stay, then where ever we go let this song reflect on all we've done.How can you leave without me, and walk away from all we've done?We grew up faster than you can say rock and roll dreams lead nowhere. But if this is where you belong then enjoy your stay.
