You're gone in a flash, running so fast. You're like a hurricane ten miles wide. There's a quiver in your lips. like you're begging for a kiss, I guess your passions have all run dry. You stare down at your feet, keep your eyes on every step. You're moving to the beat of an old song in your head; staring at a girl in the corner of the room, I remember why I stay alive. I been on your mind, guess that's good enough. Good enough of a reason to feel loved. Something we never talked about and you'd never explain, is how you got to where you are with someone else's name; and I ought to hate you by now but I can't give up on you. October's at the storm door coloring the lawn, and I'm in a strange house with a girl I hardly know but she'd have to tear down the sky to be as cool as you. I don't want to hear you, don't want to see your face, but if you were here right now I'd ask you to stay. I been on your mind, guess that's good enough. Good enough of a reason to feel loved. (I guess that's good enough) It's six in the morning. I'm waiting on a friend, waiting for that sun to come slipping in. I swear it's always been lonely wherever I was. But now I got ladies looking after me; there's a new dress in the kitchen where yours used to be. I feel like whoever I was, I ain't that man no more.