I think I saw the lights in all the houses
I think I heard the last of your goodbyes
I thought about the songs of stolen summers
That live in promises in our time

Call me a cab for the last plane to tomorrow
Waiting down here for something all my life
Send my regards never been over the rainbow
I'm living with all you left behind

I think I saw you walking to the station
I saw you had the glazed look in your eyes
I thought about a love that never happened
We just made promises and alibis

Call me a cab for the last plane to tomorrow
Sing me a song about a summer suicide
Send my regards to my friend in California
I'm living with all you left behind

You wake up and you break up and it always finds you here
All you want to do is disappear
Call me a cab for the last plane to tomorrow
Waiting down here for someone all my life

Send my regards to my home in New York City
I'm living with all you left behind
Calling me up

Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): David Bianco, Jesse Malin