46. His side of the story.

Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly

Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

And someone is calling my name
From the back of the restaurant
And someone is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in
And someone will drive her around
Down the same streets that I did
On the same streets that I did

Smile like you mean it
Oh no, oh no no no
Oh no, oh no no no

(the killers - smile like you mean it)

She saw him one day, across the street.
He looked at her and smiled, and she knew that he ment it, that he had moved on aswell.