It's over, it's over, it's over
Fourteen days, nine hundred miles
Myopic, entropic, biopic
Scenes play out before my eyes
I'm sober, alone for October
What I need, not what I'd like
Ramona, Ramona, Ramona
Distance never bothered you
And I know it's fine
In the end, it was time
And it's clear that I'm reaching now
I'm reaching here, but
Don't you miss the wasted time
And don't you hate letting go
Do you wonder how the sunrise differs
When you watch it on your own
Tacoma, Sonoma, Pomona
Streets and cities, states of mind
Pull over onto the road shoulder
Search so far for what's inside
Pick up handfuls of sand on the weekends
Digging deep for solid ground
The tide makes me blind in the sunshine
Crashing waves a lonely sound
And I know it's fine
In the end, it was time
And it's clear that I'm reaching now
I'm reaching here, but
Don't you miss the wasted time
And don't you hate letting go
Do you wonder how the sunrise differs
When you watch it on your own
Ramona, Ramona, Ramona
Ramona, Ramona, Ramona
Ramona, Ramona, Ramona
I can't move on, how can you
Don't you miss the wasted time
And don't you hate letting go
Do you wonder how the sunrise differs
When you watch it on your own
Don't you miss the wasted time
And don't you hate letting go
Do you wonder how the sunrise differs
When you watch it on your own