Calling Old Friends

Those roads that stretch ahead of us
 The roads that led us here
 Singing traditional renditions of the songs we sang last year
 And though these times have made us stronger
 The outcome's no more clear
 Calling old friends to make sure they're real
 Talking, talking just to feel
 That sense of home you lost when you left last year
 Distance is just numbers on a dashboard
 Hours thinking about nothing but the transmission stutter you fear
 I remember what you whispered in my ear
 And all the things we tried so hard to never have to hear
 Like "Kids tighten up, start saving for the golden years"
 Well, hey, that picture it fades day by day
 And the outcome's not so clear
 Don't think I'll see you around this winter
 And my tongue's stuck full of splinters
 'Cause I'm embarrassed to admit what I've been thinking
 Well, hope keeps some afloat, but for me it's no life boat
 The tighter I hold on the deeper down I'm sinking
 Tried to put my finger on it but gave it my whole arm
 Reached out with good intention
 But it only did more harm
 Find ourselves alone since the day we're born
 And we seek someone to sew sutures in the places where we're torn