In a crowded little club on a September night,
We drank from the bottle that we called LIFE,
But we had no idea one day it'd end up a mess like this
We reached for the stars with our heads in the clouds,
Never looking up and we never looked down
And denied the fact one day we'd have to touch back down
And I wonder if she knows
How far she's gonna have to go
To keep me from asking her to come back home
And I wonder if she sees that what she's doing is killing me,
But I think that I already know what the answer to that might be

Yeah we reached for dreams of Gold in a soft tin shack,
Blind to the hope of ever turning back
And ignored the truth that was nipping at our heels
But the truth caught up with a vengeful smile
Reminding us both what made up the pile of the very
Foundation that we thought was under our feet

And I wonder where she's gone
And if she's ever gonna come back home
Or has she ran from the mess made up all the lies we made
And I wonder if she sees that what she's doing is killing me,
But I think that I already know what the answer to that must be

And I wonder if she knows
How far she's gonna have to go
To keep me from asking her to come back home
And I pray someday she'll see that the blame all falls on me
But I think that I already know what the answer to that might be