I've got my blindspots, I'll admit it It's easier missin' you that way I was the rookie, you're the pro You showed me the ropes till they freyed Now I'm a quarter way through Typing your name, the first one I think of To call when good news hits my phone I know you don't go back, back to the days But I'm on the brink of living our dreams out alone We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud Ten, twenty, thirty years down? I'm at a party filled with strangers That you'd love, but you'll never meet One cracks a joke and I look for the moment Where you would be laughing with me Now I'm a quarter way through Typing your name, the first one I think of To call when I wanna go home I know you don't go back, back to the days But I'm on the brink of living our dreams out alone We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud? In my lowest of lows, I wake up from a dream Where you're clicking through channels, catch me on the screen You pause for a moment, with tears in your eyes I wake up to a future without you and I We said ten, twenty, thirty years down We'd be drinking champagne in a really big house We'd have it all figured out, but now I'm on the stage we used to talk about And I look to my left, and I look to my right The top of the hill doesn't feel very nice Will I still be trying to make you proud Ten, twenty, thirty years down?