You were by my side on the frontline
Do you remember? Do you remember?

Two casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather, in leather

But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breakin'
On the shores of my head again

Furnishments dumpstered, a grand score
You didn't need money, not money
Everything you owned a hatchback
Battered and musty, and musty

But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
In dive-bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking
Deeper into their sins
I'm tryin' to be here now, but I'm only asking when?

Reach out
Reach out
Reach out (to what is choking you, to what is choking you)
Reach out (to what is choking you, to what is choking you)
Reach out

But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breakin'
On the shores of my head again
But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
I'm tryin' to be here now, but I'm only asking when?
Yeah, I'm tryin' to be here now, but I'm only asking when?
I'm tryin' to be here now, but I'm only asking when?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Dave Depper