Det värsta med att man blir äldre är att man växer ifrån dom man trodde att man alltid skulle vara tillsammans med.. och det gör så ont att vissa tider antagligen är över nu.
Trodde det skulle vara längre, men underbart är ju kort. Och vi är inte dom vi en gång var.. det gör bara så ont att inte känna sig hel..

I step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and past your door,
but you don't live there anymore.
It's years since you've been there.
Now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space,
you've found some better place,and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone.
We'd walk behind while you would run.
I look up at your house,
and I can almost hear you shout down to me
where I always used to be,and I miss you

-like the desert miss the rain.
And I miss you, lite the desert miss the rain.

Back on the train, I ask why did I come again.
Can I confess I've been hanging around your old address?
And the years have proven to offer nothing since you moved.
You're long gone but I can't move on,

and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

I step off the train, I'm walking down your street again,
and past your door,
I guess you don't live there anymore.
It's years since you've been there.
Now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space,
you've found some better place,
and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.

Inte jag heller..