US my hands are alone waiting – wanting to feel again these Friday nights are empty without someone that girl again will this time be something new? we meet for the first time once again ° acting careful comes off bad who is the real me? rush of feelings I tell her my middle name this class time a beautiful girl in my mind closed eyes silence first kiss ° our town exhausted we take off driving her car listening to her songs lying around my camera doing close ups concrete jungle newsstand her wedding mag ° we find a house to hold our things our love