How can we concider it a crime?
You father all your excuses
Won't you string us a line?

You're walking tall, you step up to the line
I'm not a patient man but you're no saint
The ball is in your court this time.

Tears run down your face
Now you've found a place
The saddest goodbyes are the best
Now you've found a home.

It's sad we never got to know each other.
Beneath that grime lies sterner stuff
It's not enough, this time.
I wish it were.

Do you cry, regrets?
The last goodbye is best
So turn your back and rest
And we will drive you home.