you you always sit here when there's nothing left to do or say and me yeah I'd fall asleep at the wheel with no ideas to call my own and conversations convalescent and its safe to say that not today but some day even this will be ok I know I know we've grown but I'd still miss you on my own and there's a purity around that lingers in the air a sediment of exuberance just knowing you were here and its safe to say that not today but some day even this will be ok