song for a friend

Soon we'll all be in separte parts of this country and i won't say the things i mean
because the things we say cannot be quantified by the telephone wires running from state to state.
And I'll miss you, I will, and I'll write to you every time you run through my mind.
But it won't be the same, no it won't be the same, but we'll make it til wintertime

we're moving fast
and we can't slow down
it'll be okay
yeah it'll be okay

I'll grow a pair of wings and fly to come see you, maybe sprout a wheel or four
It really doesn't matter, cause the next time I see you it'll feel like you never left this town at all.
I hope you build snowmen and climb lots of trees and fill up a basement with friends
and if ever you're lonely you can always come back down south where the winters aren't as cold

we're moving fast
and we can't slow down
it'll be okay
yeah it'll be okay