I met you in high school, where you were meant to stay
We'd run along railroads, wish it'd always be that way
And we would write for hours, didn't need a pen or pencil
The words were in the air, and we would drive for miles
In your prelude
Back when everything was fine
And you were my favorite line
When this world was so damn small
This village is nothing at all
Nothing at all
It's half past eight, and it's getting late
I don't want to say goodbye and I know you don't want to either
So we sit and wait for the first one to leave or the sun to go down
It's getting cold now, but the air still holds the words like it used to
Back when everything was fine
And you were my favorite line
When this world was so damn small
This village is nothing at all
Nothing at all
Can you picture yourself, 20 years from now
Where are you going and who will you be
I can't even imagine anything but now
I'm not so good at planning
All I know is the past
Back when everything was fine
And you were my favorite line
When this world was so damn small
This village is nothing at all
Nothing at all