Oh How We Drift Away

Last time I saw him we weren't really talking

He said, "Hey, how're you living? How's life been treating you?"

It was at the Good Luck Bar before they closed down

About a month before I left town

Oh, how we drift away from our friends

And the ones back home play "Remember when"

You can take me out of your phone

If you come knocking, I won't be home

Finally met for lunch after weeks of pushing

And the catching up dried out just as we were getting drinks

Settled in on gossip and restaurants and nonsense

And I wish I was as clever as they think

Oh, how we drift away from our friends

And the ones back home play "Remember when"

You can take me out of your phone

If you come knocking, I won't be home

Home

Home

Home

20 thousand years ago, can you even imagine?

In the Chauvet caves, women painting on the wall

Pictures of their memories, pictures of their stories

Pictures of their love affairs, pictures of their worries

I wonder if they ever dreamt of us at all, at all

Oh, we stand on their bones and walk on their souls

And the children who lived, grew into women and men

And painted over their mother's work again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Oh, how we drift away

Oh, how we drift away

Oh, how we drift away

Oh, how we drift away