I always keep my hands Hands tied-eyed tee shirts No loose ends 'Cause I might not see ya I might not want to be a hand to God This feels insane But I'll see ya every now and then Now and then Now and then Now and then Our bones break Our heads ache The sad song it might make The long drives we take Feel halfway decent Do we need a reason To call it off? Call me insane Just call me every now and then Now and then Now and then Now and then Just call me every now and then Now and then Call me every now and then Now and then