the fray,

All along
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, where've you been?
He said, ask anything.

Where were you?
When everything was falling apart.
All my days spent by the telephone.
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
It never came
To the corner of First and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me, you found me.

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