The Drive Home

The wipers clear the rain
you look for your favourite song to play
it’s the same length
as the bar back to your house

Baby I’m tired, but otherwise fine
but I can see there’s something on your mind
You’re thinking about these late nights again

[chorus]
You said you’d gone missing, all this time
Now you’re back here in the world
You don’t want to lose it, don’t want to lose yourself again
on the drive home
on the drive home

We did the best we could
measured our lives the way the poets would
In little tasks, and lovers’ masks
with all our words misunderstood

I’m the fool and you’re the one who understands
I mess up and you wash the blood off my hands
but I can see you’re thinking of the future again

[chorus]

You fear the clock’s already set
no need to give, no need to get
anything from the ones
who gave you these regrets
that you feel
on the drive home

We do what we think we should
measure our lives like maybe someone would
write us down
even if we’re misunderstood
even if we’re misunderstood

You’re feel you’ve lost yourself

for good this time
on the drive home
on the drive home