You moved to where the tall buildings grow
I planted beans in a slower row
Our routes split right after the bridge
A wave of the hand, a distant ridge
I see your name pop up on my screen
We trade a photo and a quick routine
The call gets shorter every week
We both got places that we need to be
Your alarm buzzes at six fifteen
My lunchbox sits by the vending machine
I hope your days are smooth and clear
Though our rhythm has a different gear
Your alarm buzzes at six fifteen
My lunchbox sits by the vending machine
I still laugh at our inside jokes
Now each of us plants different oaks
I see your name pop up on my screen
We trade a photo and a quick routine
The call gets shorter every week
We both got places that we need to be
Your alarm buzzes at six fifteen
My lunchbox sits by the vending machine
I hope your days are smooth and clear
Though our rhythm has a different gear
Your alarm buzzes at six fifteen
My lunchbox sits by the vending machine
I still laugh at our inside jokes
Now each of us plants different oaks