Story Behind the Song
This is a thoughtful song about Being the "bigger man" (or woman for that matter), and calling a friend with whom I had a falling out with. And the internal struggle between pride and letting bygones be bygones.
Lyrics
Walked alone through the city on a Tuesday, late-afternoon
Paper bag and some wine
‘Cause I was thinking of the times that I knew ya’, always ends so soon
Sends a chill up my spine
Close my eyes and I see you there
Reach in my pocket to find some spare
And I, will use the change I saved for later
Call you up on the telephone line
Since I, have finally learn to face a new day, Call you out
Sometimes I find myself a thinking ‘bout forgiveness, yeah I wanna try
Warms me down to the bone
Then I think about the way that it ended, big wounded pride
I melt away from the phone
I close my eyes and I see you there
Reach in my pocket to find some spare
And I, will use the change I saved for later
Call you up on the telephone line
Since I, have finally learned to face a new day, I’ll search my soul a new way
Someday I want to find out, where you were coming from then
Maybe I’ll want to reach out
Impatiently waiting, for you to land
Help me understand
I want to find out, I want to find out
Anger only builds up a wall
Tear it down or your world becomes so small
So I, will use the change I saved for later
Call you up on the telephone line
Since I, have finally learn to face a new day
And I, will use the change I saved for later
Call you up, call you out
Since I, have finally learn to face a new day
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