On the way

She standed tall, she stood quite free
Who's this girl looking at me?
I offer her a drink, the talk becomes weird
"I can have her if you can't steer"
The echos ring, friends die young
The blur comes back, and "how come
Did you let her get away like that?
You realise she ain't coming back?"
I know, with your screams in stereo sound
That she never thought about turning around
Another night and she's different, and above all else
She likes the way I talk about myself
But she still thinks about what could have been
If my friend told her "We'll always be green"
Yet, she will twist me every chance she gets
I never know whether or what she regrets
This night won't go to waste, I promise you that
And this girl, she sees below my hat
And who she thinks about is none of my concern
If only she's around when the sun starts to burn...