All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up

With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse

And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you

Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake

I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs

Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
And there below
His frozen face

You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe that he's really gone
When all that's left is a $#&@ing song and

I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.

Some things just can't wait.
(Yeah, some things just can't wait)