is this the way we grow up
choose our paths and drift apart
is this our stop, where we go our separate ways
or is this just another day?

you went by to pick up the keys
to a one bedroom apartment – 1st month free
and i’m jealous enough to dream (scared enough to stay)

you’re moving away this saturday
i have two days to say goodbye
but i don’t think you should go
i have two days to tell you why

you packed your car the night before
to get a jump on the weekend rush
now the jingle of impatient keys
breaks the silence of this front porch

but you’re saying you can’t believe
you won’t be hanging with me
we promise (yeah) we’ll keep in touch
you say you’ll miss me so much

you’re moving away today
i have told you goodbye
but i don’t think you should go
and i haven’t told you why