(K. Grimwood/E. 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.