Walk me home
Past the broken fence by Auntie Puti's home
Stumbling along
So drunk we forget about those things that we fight about
Out aloud
Out aloud
We're doing fine
It don't get much better than these late night walks
We don't know
Bout how much stupid noise we make
Or whether we will make it to next year
Things just seem to come and go
With you and me
Things just seem to come and go
With you and me
Things just seem to come and go
And then fly away with it
