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The Long Way Round

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[Verse 1] I got to the café at a quarter to nine You left a warm cup and a note that said "fine" You were heading to Portland, I was leaving from there We keep swapping our stories for somebody else's spare chair [Pre-Chorus] The calendar's lying, the compass is drunk My Tuesday's your Friday, my north is your south We've been chasing the same ghost around the same town Going everywhere, baby, but never around [Chorus] You're always where I'm not I'm always where you've been We're two hands on a clock face That keep missing the twelve Isn't that the sweetest kind of terrible thing? Always almost Never quite Sharing everything Except the same night [Verse 2] I found your umbrella in Cincinnati rain You found my reading glasses on the Paris-bound train I called you from Tuesday, you answered from last week We keep finishing sentences the other one didn't speak [Pre-Chorus] The universe shrugs like it's doing its best A glitch in the kindest possible way We've compared every watch and they all say the same We were both there yesterday [Chorus] You're always where I'm not I'm always where you've been We're two hands on a clock face That keep missing the twelve Isn't that the sweetest kind of terrible thing? Always almost Never quite Sharing everything Except the same night [Bridge] Maybe time is just a badly drawn map Where the legend was printed on the back And the scale is all wrong And the north arrow spun But we keep finding proof That we live in the same sun [Outro - slowing, half-spoken] One day we'll be in the same city Same street Same moment And we'll probably say We should have called first