Song Description

Story about moving on from a relationship, and being fine with it. But a little detail periodically reminds the singer of the lost love.

Lyrics

I don't have to ask now
When I set the alarm
And I'm fine
Stirring eggs to the radio

The chocolate shirt that I wore's on the floor
the volume is off but the TV's still on
Its the proof of invisible hands that I miss
but just when I've got too much time

riding to work I need just one seat
the words on the bus are me talking to me
I'm one of the faces in coffee and papers
counting the stops to get off

Its the lights on the back of those blue cars
that find a way through
its the backs of those blue cars
that remind me of you

faces and stories and courses of lunch
my inbox is full but I mostly keep up
messages waiting with phone numbers blinking like
tickers crawl on the TV

turning the key when its well after dark
I'm crossing whole weeks off of squares on the wall
I'm dragging new faces to all the old tables
now questions are just about me

Chorus

Going down the road watching you drive
We thought that we'd never stop that climb
summer that year never seemed to end
Counting license plates to pass the miles

These days I charge on just like everyone else
through the lies on the books and the black body bags
its just how you sink it cause nobody checks
keep the tap on and nothing floats up.

Chorus x 2