And I'm shoeless in a truck stop again.
Wandering and wondering where all this f****** sky had been.
And the clouds, they cover nothing but their own tiny divides.
So I stick my left hand out the window, blow a fist at Sydney's stinking sky.
And I said, "We said we'd never come back here, now we're never going home.
Where the kids drink things they shouldn't and I sneak off to some room alone."
You said, "My dear, I'm sorry." And I said, "My darling, what for?"
Together we laughed at exchange rates, both of us so desperate for more.
And everything looks like a 1970's sunset through the window of the overnight cross-country train.
You came home, we stayed indoors together we prayed for rain.
Found something, vast and indescribable and warm amongst the noise of consumption,
a**umptions you were wrong. You'd gone and loved me all along.
And I never felt safer in the arms of a stranger than when we met.
But in these last few days I've found peace in your passenger seat.
Cross-legged on his hardwood floor. Fighting and flying from thoughts.
With a secret smile for the corner of the room.
And my toothiest grin just for you.
So desperate for more.
Wandering and wondering where all this f****** sky had been.
And the clouds, they cover nothing but their own tiny divides.
So I stick my left hand out the window, blow a fist at Sydney's stinking sky.
And I said, "We said we'd never come back here, now we're never going home.
Where the kids drink things they shouldn't and I sneak off to some room alone."
You said, "My dear, I'm sorry." And I said, "My darling, what for?"
Together we laughed at exchange rates, both of us so desperate for more.
And everything looks like a 1970's sunset through the window of the overnight cross-country train.
You came home, we stayed indoors together we prayed for rain.
Found something, vast and indescribable and warm amongst the noise of consumption,
a**umptions you were wrong. You'd gone and loved me all along.
And I never felt safer in the arms of a stranger than when we met.
But in these last few days I've found peace in your passenger seat.
Cross-legged on his hardwood floor. Fighting and flying from thoughts.
With a secret smile for the corner of the room.
And my toothiest grin just for you.
So desperate for more.