Your cracking up on a radio in a tunnel below the city
  and i'm losing you 'cause you move too slow
  and i'm wishing you could keep up with me
  i'm in love with you but i don't know why it gets so complicated
  though you have not left you have said goodbye
  and i'm wishing that we could have made it
  what i wouldn't do to be friends with you
  what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do
  what i wouldn't do to be friends with you
  what i wouldn't do what i wouldn't do
  you're bearing it up on a thunderstorm on a long red stretch of highway
  and i'm wondering if i would be home
  if it was anybody else's birthday
  i'm in love with you but i kill myself trying to figure out how to do it
  you're on a pedestal i'm on the edge of a shelf
  you know i'm moving ever closer to it