These cities blur before me, a swirl of colors leaned against the sky.
Gone so far away and I never really told you goodbye.
I know it's kind of lame but sometimes things just turn out that way.
We were the best of friends and I always thought that it would be that way.
We started out with nothing but wild plans and big ideas and dreams.
You were quick to swing the hammer and always fast with some ingenious scheme.
Sometimes we argued violently but forged it out of bedrock into steel.
Our foundations were so solid and our instincts based on something very real.
I feel so damned nostalgic every time I think about those times.
I forget how it became that I wouldn't recognize you on the line.
I start to feel so guilty but goddamn it I swear to you I tried
to bridge between the distances before I left without saying goodbye.
I have friends I met last weekend and friends that I have known since I was eight.
Friends I've said goodbye to and friends who unexpectedly passed away.
And nothing is disposable; at least it's never been that way to me.
It's not like you were an acquaintance that I could say never meant anything to me.
We were really great friends and I always thought that it would be that way.
Yet I wonder if I'd know you if the guy that I saw last walked in here today.
And I swear until I die, I never would have expected you and I
to grow so far apart and leave without ever saying goodbye.