All these noises ringing in my head The street lights watch my footsteps Follow me to bed Both our hearts beat in and out of time I said that I'm not perfect, you said: "That's the perfect kind." We've been chasing each other all year Fools like us are always running into mirrors The leaves fell off the apple tree a couple weeks ago The sun drifts in and out of sleep The rain clouds turn to snow The floorboards in this empty room Sine like an old rusty spoon John Prine on the stereo Tell me where to go...