strangers passing time

I don't even think about you too much anymore I guess when you stop playing games You don't worry too much about settling scores There's a strangeness in Texas, how quickly it gets cold But I was hoping we could grow up before we grow old But your song sounds better In southern California Where I don't worry about the weather Or the chip on your shoulder And there's nothing here to distract me From the emptiness that surrounds me Just a light rain now and then to remind me of another passing year So how do the floods and droughts fair without me? And I wonder what you tell your friends Whenever they dare to ask you about me Does she know any better? Has she even begun? Did she run to the ocean like she did when she was young? The sunshine is ruthless, and the warmth is everlasting And the nights here are sleepless, with the darkness quickly passing But I guess you wouldn't know that It's been so long since our last chat And those who talk about the weather are just Strangers, passing time When he looks in the eyes of his children How could he possibly fathom that one day they'll have to go on without him? And if we are all sinners, then how do we find the saints? And who's gonna listen when father has a confession to make? I can't help but to wonder When I see the hills that surround me If this is where I'm going under 'Cause it sure feels like I'm drowning And I don't feel the need to climb higher 'Cause I'm just so fucking tired But if I fall asleep here I guess you could say I "followed my dreams" Yeah if I fall asleep here I guess you could say I was following my dreams