I guess things are a little too perfect
You've gone looking for the wrong's and hiding from whats right
Pausing, calculating what's worth it
Trying desperately to frame a picture of time
And I guess we met in the wrong generation
And maybe that's why we seem so out of line
But I still love you all the same, even entertaining this centuries games
I know we haven't got it made, but who's promising that anyway
I know i haven't lost my faith, I'm hoping, but I know that you're not the same
Isn't it so funny how, those tiny differences add up to a great divide
Then fizzle out
On that plane ride home, where we broke the spell
Came flooding back a reminder of why I ever tried
So I'll paint that picture for you
And watch the canvas dry I'm here for that too
And I pray, that it doesn't change