shake my hand, call it even
it's not what we planned but it's something
we both understand we could have stopped this so long ago

you know what you are and that is dangerous
and i've come too far to lose this
somewhere between then and now i lost control

one cry, one letter, one phonecall will make things better
one lie, unsold, one story gone untold forever

the lessons learned from people like us
the knowledge burned in our hearts
through the cold, feelings scattered so far apart

maybe we'll save the memories
maybe we'll care down the road
but for now i'd be happy just to make it home

one cry, one letter, one phonecall will make things better
one lie, unsold, one story gone untold forever