Oh here we go again, just two

Friends on the phone again,

1,000 pixels of you until

I’m alone again, you know it’s been

A few months since I

Left home again, so

Here we go again

With our white picket tears

And our silver platter fears of the unknown

But hey at least we’re six feet apart and not

Six feet under, and through the

Ups and downs I really start to remember 

How we dreamed of the stage

Til’ we missed the caress of

The spotlight and the rush of the front page

But now those dreams, they’ve shut down

As pain desecrates the town, and we just

Sit waiting to drown, so now I know that

All those shining lights are just 

Supposed to be grand, cuz I could

Do without those neon lies but life would be bland if

I could never again put your hand in

My hand just to tell you 

I’ll be there till the end, but

So many months gone and it's still so new, how

I wish I could just come and see you, so

Right now a video call will have to do cuz’

The whole world is a graveyard

Around me and you

Maybe it’s scary to suddenly be so alone, but

If fear can keep us from a garden of stones

Then I’m not afraid of being chained at home

When we’re not six feet apart I can’t wait

To laugh like we used to and I know

In my heart that we’ll make it through to

The time when we can sing and dance together, but

For now I’ll take the stormy weather, cuz even

If it storms a lot, and we get lost in the thunder,

Six feet apart from you

Beats six feet under.