There was a time
When none of this really seemed to matter,
When we could lay out on the field
Under the Milky Way
And the stadium lights..
We would play and the wind would sing
And the grass was green
But now we sing alone...

There was a time
When none of it really seemed to matter,
Well you could stake out on the porch
And hum your little voice out all night..
Take it into a simple song,
No, not too long,
But a song that sounds like home...

But those days are gone now,
Nothing to see, nothing to do..
Should I remember the past
Or put it to rest
And find something new?

What doesn't matter now?
Where is the fun when we're apart?
The end of the story's far ahead
So when will it start?