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 ery

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 if for nia, dream ing a bout who we used to be when we were young er

and free.

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

There’s such a dif f’rence

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

Hel lo from the oth er side.

I must have called a thou sand times

to tell you I’m sor ry for every 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 in’ your heart.

it don’t mat it clear ly doesn’t tear you a part y more.

Hel lo,

how are hear you?

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

we I hope er

that you’re

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

It’s no se cret

that both of us and are run ning out time.

Hel lo from the oth er side.

I must have called a thou sand times

to tell you I’m sor ry for every 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 in’ your heart.

it don’t mat it clear ly doesn’t tear you a part y more.

Hel tear you a part an y more

tear you a part y more.