When this life feels incomplete
The front door opens to the street
You can find yourself not so alone
He's called a friend but just by name
The life they share is not the same
No one's waiting when you get home
Wesley, let's leave past to history
Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be
Normal things that made them laugh
Each like teenage photographs
Better left boxed up on shelves alone
Wesley, let's leave past to history
Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be
No, no, no
When this life feels incomplete
The front door opens to the street
And you can find yourself not so alone
Wesley, let's leave past to history
Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be
Oh, Wesley, let's leave past to memory
Wesley, we're not the boys we used to be
Oh, no, oh, no