The “Z” Sealed It For Me

Old friends keep crossing paths and I’m glad to see
That they're still wishing it was the old days
But I’m wondering if we're all moving on
Or thinking about what it would've been like if we stayed the same

One more night alone is the last thing that we need
Because everything else is way too temporary
So I’ll meet you at the diner at 11 o'clock and we'll start to talk about the old days
Because we both know we're not happy with the new ones

Keep holding on to everyone that makes us happy