We danced to different drums I guess Back then our days were written down In the east we walked along the highway and I smiled You told me stories about the other side of town Across the hall there was a man Whose words did not suffice A smell of gas and plastic gloves And half forgotten lies We had so much to lose back when The walls turned red and blue It's true you see some things you lose Might just be gone for good We set fire to the preacher Who was promising us hell I remember empty buildings And all the stories that you'd tell We held on to our banners And laughed until we cried Across the hall with the open door Of the man who left at night We dance to different drums I guess You said that day in May And you wished that you were overseas A hundred thousand miles away Years we wait Wait in vain for a letter or a call But it never comes It never comes There's no one there at all