All The Stars

flew all the way to get there
i cried all the way back home
sometimes i just sit and wait by the telephone
i don't remember when it happened
how things got so hard
all those times we used to sit and drink in your backyard

now i'm looking back
it ain't too hard to see
like a photograph of what i used to be
i used to make you laugh
but now youre on to me
it's something that i lost, it's just a memory

it's not what i'm after, it's a seven month disaster
and everytime i see you there
it's another time you didn't care
all alone late last night, i swore that i would get it right
all the stars, the beach, the sand
i could never seem to hold your hand