Nostalgia filling the passenger seat. Eastlake in the rearview mirror. As we all grow older, as hindsight gets longer, I'll swallow my pride. I'll try to take this all in stride. These are notes from days when even having wings couldn't stop the feeling of falling. These are notes from days when even having wings couldn't keep me from falling down. I kept your note until this crossroad. But you just went home. You never even looked back, no. And I can hear echoes of a former life before it rusted with the street signs that you left behind. But I'm feeling fine. I'm feeling fine. I. Feel. Fine.