Hello friend. It's been too long and every town sings the same
sad song.
Without you here this hotel year will sure slow down with so
much left to hear.

Let's jet back down.
Blast stereos loud.
Let's jet back down that highway now.

This finish line is almost here. Then someone softly whispers
in my ear...
That times like these are memories to hold deep down inside of
you and me.

I'm not leaving.
I'm not leaving you.
Good-bye friend. It won't be long and until then we'll sing the
same sad song.