I know you are   Another planet miles apart   Is it a question of things you really should have cared about?      You took a drive, countries called   More than your friends did, they watched you fall   And now you've pulled the wires right from the wall      Flags   Don't ask me how I'm doing   I'm doing fine      Set it straight   So there is no road left, only water   Spent your time hopelessly alone   It's no real price to pay anyway      And your first letter came   Stressing lines against the whitening page   A trauma type, saturation stains      Flags   He went from riches to rags      Where are my friends?   I'm a burden to their hallowed sense   When I felt my head came to an end   I made promises, I made promises never kept      Your head at night   So many thoughts fought for the finish line   When there's no beginning before you're running out of time      You're so hard to ignore   You're on my mind from beach to trestle door   I'm thinking of you, flat out cold, beneath the starboard floor      Flags   Don't ask me how he's doing   He's doing fine   Flags   He went from riches to rags