Strangers Passing Time

I don't even think about you too much anymore
I guess when you stop playing games
You don't worry too much about settling scores
There's a strangeness in Texas, how quickly it gets cold
But I was hoping we could grow up before we grow old

But your song sounds better
In southern California
Where I don't worry about the weather
Or the chip on your shoulder
And there's nothing here to distract me
From the emptiness that surrounds me
Just a light rain now and then to remind me of another passing year

So how do the floods and droughts fair without me?
And I wonder what you tell your friends
Whenever they dare to ask you about me
Does she know any better? Has she even begun?
Did she run to the ocean like she did when she was young?

The sunshine is ruthless, and the warmth is everlasting
And the nights here are sleepless, with the darkness quickly passing
But I guess you wouldn't know that
It's been so long since our last chat
And those who talk about the weather are just
Strangers, passing time

When he looks in the eyes of his children
How could he possibly fathom that one day they'll have to go on without him?
And if we are all sinners, then how do we find the saints?
And who's gonna listen when father has a confession to make?

I can't help but to wonder
When I see the hills that surround me
If this is where I'm going under
'Cause it sure feels like I'm drowning
And I don't feel the need to climb higher
'Cause I'm just so fucking tired
But if I fall asleep here I guess you could say
I "followed my dreams"

Yeah if I fall asleep here I guess you could say
I was following my dreams