Driving at night on the highway
Eyes fixed on the road
Someone told me just that night it was hard to let things go
I've been avoiding this feeling that nothing much was real
We dance around in circles and decide what really mattered
And it's getting colder
They were playing some kind of music in your ears the other night
I thought of you
Or someone I knew
And it's getting colder
They've been trying to put you away for awhile
And now they finally have
Just another thing to worry about
Driving at night on the highway
Eyes fixed on the road
Someone told me just that night it was hard to let things go
We dance around in circles and soon we pretend to feel
We dance around in circles and decide what really happened
And it's getting colder
And you didn't know what to do about this little bit of jet lag
But soon you'll forget
And remember again
And it's getting colder
You'll meet all the most valuable poets you've ever known but couldn't see
You'll wonder if they're real and they will be for just awhile
Staring at you on the subway
Nowhere much to go
Nothing much to lose except for everyone I know
Midnight in Kingston
And I don't remember why
Someone told me just that night there was something after you died
And it's getting colder
The days are getting shorter