I'm driving down your old street   the tenth time today   I listen to the same song   and i drove away      I never tire of seeing   your old mans car   out front in the driveway   telling me i should be   far, far away, from here.      You answer the telephone   while you were asleep   and you sounded tired   said we should meet      We looked at some photos   that you tried to keep   you told me where you'd been   and it sounded deep   and far, far away, from here      Please can i stay   for one more hour, today   i won't be long   and i'll be gone   watching you wave goodbye      I'm not so sorry   listening to your stories and talking   weed out your collection   do it fast and clean   just take what you can now   leave them out to bleed   alone, and far, far away.      Please can i stay   for one more hour, today   i don't belong   so i should be gone   you can watch me wave goodbye   oh, goodbye