LYRICS
Sharon Perl - Lead Vocals
Jon Estes - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Piano, B-3, Synth
Ellen Angelico - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Baritone Guitar
Mary Bragg - Background Vocals
Jelly Roll Johnson - Harmonica
Dave Racine - Drums
We stayed up til 3 talkin’
Any time I could just walk in
To your dorm room next to mine
I was dating your friend but you and I were closer
I dumped him ‘cause he was such a loser
And when I told you, I saw the look in your eyes
It all changed that December night
We held hands for the very first time
At Springsteen the day after Lennon died
And I can’t stop thinking that we had a good thing
Til we tried to make it into what it couldn’t be
Is there ever a good way out
And I’m writing this message that I wish I could send
But the last thing I want is to hurt you again
Could we get back somehow
To what we were
Way back when
We were just friends… friends
Heard you married, had a couple kids
Worked hard and made it, like I did
Come a long way since ‘83
Do you still escape with your headphones
Can you believe that I started writing songs
Maybe I should let it be
‘Cause these are still glory days
There’s not a lot I would change
So at Springsteen the other night it felt strange
I can’t stop thinking that we had a good thing
Til we tried to make it into what it couldn’t be
Is there ever a good way out
And I’m writing this message that I wish I could send
But the last thing I want is to hurt you again
Could we get back somehow
To what we were
Way back when
We were just friends… friends
What I really want to say is I’m sorry
And if you don’t reply, I understand
But I can’t stop thinking that we had a good thing
Til we tried to make it into what it couldn’t be
Is there ever a good way out
And I’m writing this message that I wish I could send
But the last thing I want is to hurt you again
Could we get back somehow
To what we were
Way back when
To what we were
Way back when
We were just friends… friends
We stayed up ‘til 3 talkin’
Any time I could just walk in
(c) 2025 Sharon Perl and Mary Bragg