a twistytrack nod to the wombats’ “moving to new york” and how real friends forgive.
i wrote it after living on the internet.
the past slides down a bottomless wall
over miles upon miles of one-way calls
man, it’s been years
since that open-arm town.if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.in ninety four you swore you wrote the code
and you and me we chose to give up all control.
now we can never be invisible
or keep floodlights off our fears.if you knew who
your friends were
you would never go back.if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.