Hel lo,

it’s me.

I was won der ing if af ter all these years you’d like to meet to go o ver

ev er y thing.

They say that time’s sup posed to heal you, but I ain’t done much heal ing.

Hel lo,

can you hear me?

I’m in Cal typ i for nia, dream ing a bout who we used to be sor when we were young er

that you’re and free.

I’ve for got ten how it it felt be fore town the world fell at our feet.

There’s such a dif f’rence

that be tween of us, and a mil li on of miles.

So: Hel lo from the oth er side.

I must have called a thou sand times

to tell you I’m sor ry for ev ’ry thing that I’ve done, but when I call, you nev er seem to be home.

Hel lo from the out side.

At least I can say that I’ve tried

to tell you I’m sor ry for break ing your heart.

But it don’t mat ter; it clear ly does n’t tear you a part an y more.

Hel lo,

how are hear you?

It’s so Cal typ i cal of me to talk a bout my self; I’m be sor ry.

we I hope er

that you’re well.

free.

Did you ev er make it it out of that town where noth ing ev er hap pened?

It’s no se cret

that the both of us and are run ning out of time.

So: Hel lo from the oth er side.

I must have called a thou sand times

to tell you I’m sor ry for ev ’ry thing that I’ve done, but when I call, you nev er seem to be home.

Hel lo from the out side.

At least I can say that I’ve tried

to tell you I’m sor ry for break ing your heart.

But it don’t mat ter; it clear ly does n’t tear you a part an y more.

Hel