And will we ever feel that way again
Like we were so close that we could live inside of one another's skin
Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin
Will we ever be able to call one another mama-surrogate, sister, or brother
Without being kind of cynical about its implications

Well the past few years I guess they've been pretty weird
And sure I left causе i was bored
Or maybe scared of what it mеans when something little comes between you and everything you've ever hoped or worked for

But now all I can say is friend don't go away
You know it kills me when we leave
But when I'm nine hours on a bus I look at photographs of us
And I truly do believe it's what we need

It's to go back to Portland
Or even Anywhere, France

And find that shiver for your spine to keep you growing like a vine
And baby never stick too close to your plans

And know the best books of our lives they're being written all the time
But not one of them is anywhere close to finished yet