Separate Paths from Seasons by Square Meal

The day was gold
We're getting old
Separate paths unfold
You werent supposed
To leave the coast
and go without me
so now leave

Grew close as friends do
But you need somethin new
I know I do too
In a way, happy for you
You could always phone me
But the beach is so lonely

Didnt think itd be you
Those here are so few
Gone are all the rest
Soon I’ll be the one left
walking down the empty pier
is one of my worst fears

Sun sets and youve turned away
I gotta run, its a little too late
It's a little too late.

The day was gold
We're getting old
Separate paths unfold
You werent supposed
To leave the coast
and go without me
so now you leave

• Acoustic
• amateur hour
• Alabama