Separate Ways Songtext
von Satanic Surfers

Hey, what′s up? It's always nice to see you, my old friend
Good to hear your voice again, you know I
Think about you now and then, but a little less each day
Think about you now and then, but a little less each day
We stood there talking, laughing, looking back on times we shared
Times we never forget, how the hell did we end up here?

I guess somewhere along the way we made different choices
We made different choices
Different choices


You know, I still have your killing joke tapes, yeah, I can give it to you
"Why don′t you come by someday and pick them up?" He said
"We should get together sometime, talk about the old days"
So I gave him my new number, thinking to myself he'll never call
And once again we went our separate ways
Once again we went our separate ways

Yeah, I'm still waiting
Still waiting for that call

Yeah, I′m still waiting
Still waiting for that call