(K. GrimwoodE. Idlet)

I've got a box of old photographs

Mostly pictures of you;

And I never look at those pictures any more,

I guess you got your negatives too.

They're playing oldies on the radio,

Kick the clutch and shift the gears;

You can drive all night long,

But you can't get there from here.

Well there's a place I remember,

And I've been back several times,

Guess I was looking for something,

I don't know what I expected to find.

So I called you on the telephone,

And now it's painfully clear

We can talk all night long

But you can't get there from here.

Bridge: Do you remember the time that you

told me you loved me?

And I knew I loved you.

Do you remember the time when

we said goodbye?

Well, you can hop on an airplane,

Or buy a ticket for a train;

You can take a trip all around the world,

But you can never get back there again.

Or hit the high-school reunion,

in your twentieth year;

Reminisce all night long,

But you can't get there from here.

Bridge:

I've got a box of old photographs,

And every image came true,

Funny, they almost told the future--

See, I'm not in the picture with you.

They're playing oldies on the radio,

Kick the clutch and shift the gears;

You can drive all night long,

All night long,

You can drive all night long,

But you can't get there from here.