It's gotten late and now I want to be alone. 

All of our friends were here, they all have gone home. 

And here I sit on the front porch

watching the drunks stumble forth into the night. 

"You gave me a heart attack, I did not see you there. 

I thought you had dissappeared so early away from here." 

and this is the chance I never got 

to make a move, but we just talk about 

the people we've met in the last five years 

and will we remember them in ten more. 

I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past. 

I've tried twice before but like this, it just would not last