Got mad then we laughed for awhile
Then we stopped to repress our denial
Both lost for an hour or so
Caught the clock pushing reasons to go
Chicago stuck out in our minds
Good friends are a struggle to find
I'll hold 'til you choose to return
Can't forget what you're willing to learn
It seems there's a chill in the air
When discussing the living impaired
Some anger slips through to the end
But when will I see you again?
I don't ever want to hear them speak
God I wish that they'd all disappear
I don't ever want to hear them speak
As if they know why you're not here
When they don't know why you're not here