Are you alone---can you talk to an old friend

Right or wrong---I had to hear your voice again

Unwritten law, protocol

Says to leave the past alone



I just wanted you to know

Sometimes driving home at night

I let your memory take control

And you’re sitting by my side

I turn up the radio

And cruise down old route 59

And girl it’s solid gold, well, I’ll let you go

I just wanted you to know



Through the vine---I heard your life has turned out well

As for mine---you know it’s really had to tell

‘Cause now and then what might have been interfaces with what might be

Please don’t cry, I’ll say goodbye

And I wont call you anymore