Philadelphia's not the same without you in it. And Counting seems irrelevant if its done the right way. So don't you turn you're back on it. Don't you turn around for me. I'll see you in the end of the story changing, on our past erasing so you should know. That if I thought that we would change I wouldn't care enough to wait. It comforts me that you're the same.
You'll always go, and you come back. There's nothing more that I respect than a simple smile and a simple wave. So take on everything. Single and touching. Find a word to sing, to remind you of someone you turned to... you'd miss us less if we were already here. The sun will set and you will fly away we'll have a drink sit back and watch our tattoos fade and wither.