This road is just an album
of everywhere we'd go.
I'd drive to your street,
kill the engine and wait in the cold.

When I asked the hard questions
an open window stole your words.
So I watched the rearview mirror,
watched your words whine and whir.

Like bells, when we're hit,
we sing in place and swell.
I never made you choose,
and I never made you tell.

You got what you wanted
and then you up and fled.
Like school kids count down
to the ringing of the bells.

I always wondered what you'd say
if you could never see me again.
But you only say those things
that I can't bear without a friend.

Nights when you chose me
my whole word was that room we were in.
So I got used to driving in the dark
and saying things that never end.

And what does it matter
that our half of the day was night.
Because we slept the other half,
and then we lied in the light.

And what the hell's the matter
with saying everything I feel?
The thing is I'm still trying a
nd I'm always standing still.

Like bells, when we're hit,
we sing in place and swell.
I never made you choose
and I never made you tell.

You got what you wanted
and then you up and fled.
Like school kids count
down to the ringing of the bells.