Fall Semester

"Fall Semester"

All these bags are filled with clothes
All these days are getting cold
I'm down to my last days here

...at home

I'll be the first one to leave
Don't forget about all our memories
Retell them before I go
Or we won't remember them anymore

All these words are left untold
All these thoughts are unresolved
And I left my dreams of you

...at home

I hope we can keep in touch
You say you'll see me when we both get back
But these things don't work out so much
Because of the distance spread out by months

And hey, I gotta go now
Everything's waiting in the car
You don't like saying goodbye
But I'll still think of you tonight
And hey, there's just this one last thing

Can you call me when you come back home?