Josh Rouse Follow

The night breathes easily
The subway's wind carries me back
Brings me all the way back in

Here's a car that we can drive, come on get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon

And I see the sad young friend has gone away
With his promises his speeches and his poems
But the fields have drifted in to fill his space
Like ghosts, like ghosts

Here's a car that we can drive, come on get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon, Lord

And I remember afternoons inside your mother's house
Us skipping school and getting high inside
But I can't even think about it anymore
I can't fit my words inside

The afternoons were gray and overwhelming
As they fell to fused lamps and September's clarity
The way back home is lost to us forever in the night
And the leaves, the falling leaves

Here's a car that we can drive, come on get in
Through the night that rolls in every room
You're too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend
Lord, I'll be coming 'round so soon, Lord

The night breathes easily
The subway's wind carries me back