You were on the back of a motorcycle

I was in the back of a downtown bar

You were riding hair down through a seaside town

I was taking gin a little too far

Well just look at where we are standing now

This train is moving fast

The lost weekend that we spent apart

Was never meant to last

Were there postcards you wish you sent?

There were voicemails that I wish I left

Were we both pretending to forget?

I suppose you don't want to kiss and tell

I know I tried to picture someone else

Well just look at where we are standing now

This train is moving fast

The lost weekend that we spent apart

Was never meant to last

No, no

Well just look at where we are standing now

This train is moving fast

The lost weekend that we spent apart

Was never meant to last

Well just look at where we are standing