So we drive and we've driven ten thousand miles

In our hometown  sink back into the driveway

Which is Zen The head in the stars

Or the body in the chair

A saving grace at odds with technology

A saving grace

Eighteen with a bottle of water

Cold jeans and the face of Gibraltar
How many trunks of your goods

How many goods do you give away

I'm spellbound when I can't move
I stand in front of you
I'm flipping back through pages
Of your calendar and your books

And your childhood and your looks

I try to move in your direction
Against the grain of time
I'm hoping to recollect
My thoughts and motions

I pray to science and history
Like cancer doesn't grow

I worship and forget you

Bye  worship and forget you

A saving grace

And holding on to what we've made

As it drags us by the legs
Across the living room

Put the children to bed

For a good night  for tomorrow