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Rearview Well, I made a mistake
I guess I had to learn it sometime
I wish I'd have treated you better
I wish I'd have treated you like anything
Well, I made a mistake letting you go
The bus stop is cold
Stranger's are holding my hand
And I'm 500 miles from where you are
But you're still in my trembling heart
They say, "Home is where the heart is."
It's been years but it feels like days
And nothing's changed, but I'm not the same
Do you ever think about what we had
Do you ever think about what we could have been
The days feel like they're years
The days feel like they're years
The bus stop is cold
Stranger's are holding my hand
And I'm 500 miles from where you are
But you're still in my trembling heart
They say, "Home is where the heart is."
The bus stop's growing old
Stranger's never have a name
And I'm 500 miles from a fimiliar place
But you're still in my trembling heart
They say, "Home is where the heart is."
Come pick me up
The bus stop is cold without you
