Heard you got a job as a mailman
I heard you're playin' around in a couple of bands
Wish I could come to the show, but I understand
Can't just walk in like any other fan

But I always loved the way you played guitar
You've got style, no one's doin' it like you are

In many european cities, there's a bridge
Where lovers put locks on the rails
And throw their keys into the river beneath
We were two such suckers

But the metal weighs down the bearings and the city has to cut the bolts
If our spell wore off, maybe it's all their fault

You're a bullseye, and I aimed right
I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize
It was young love, it was dumb luck
Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck

I'll miss borrowin' your books to read your notes in the margin
The closest I came to readin' your mind
The answers to the questions only made more questions
I hope you're never fully satisfied

But I wanted to be there the day you figured it all out
Whoever is, I hope they're proud

You're a bullseye, and I aimed right
I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize
It was young love, it was dumb luck
Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck

Found some of your stuff at the new house
Packed it on accident when I was movin' out
Probably wrong to think of them as your gifts to me
More like victims of my sentimentality
Man, it's hard to quit while you're ahead
Lettin' the best-laid plans become empty threats
But I meant every word I said, when I said it

The world that we built meant the world to me
When one world ends, the other worlds keep spinnin'