Everything You Ever Hoped Or Worked For

Intro: (x2) And will we ever feel that way again? Like we were so close that we could live inside of one another's skin Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin Will we ever be able to call one another My my surrogate sister or brother, without Being kinda cynical about its implications? Well, the past few years I guess they've been pretty weird, And sure I left cause I was bored, Or maybe scared of what it means When something little comes between you And everything you ever hoped or worked for But now all I can say is friend don’t go away, You know it kills me when we leave. But when I’m nine hours on a bus, I look at photographs of us and I truly do believe its what we need’s To go back to Portland Or even anywhere in France And find that shiver for your spine To keep you growing like a vine, And baby never stick too close to your plans And know the best books of our lives, They’re being written all the time But not one of them is anywhere close To finished yet