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