If I could just speak the words to tell her
This hurts too much
Of others, of others company
So I can clear this uselessness from my brain
She goes back to the West Coast
To drink in the sunshine
Too much, it hurts too much
And stare off into the other cars
And try to make a seed grow
And I wait until the weekend comes
There is too much company
But that will disappear
We are so close and alone
In a room filled with the warmth
But I know that none of them will work
Because the truth would hurt
I count the days until she arrives
As we walk from my front door to her car
So I hide my wounded pride
There is too much company
And I will stay here in these dead plains
And I would pray for rain
But I can't go through with it
I've come this far
Exactly how I feel
Those precious minutes when she is mine
Because she won't feel the same
I count the ways that I might say it
