I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion By now I know the answer's always in the question
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills I've got to get back to something real with you
I had to call your parents to get your number again I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend We were standing against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills I've got to get back to something real with you
So life has brought you this: two marriages and three kids And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids You're as sweet as you ever were A slight sickness of regret washes over me And in the end that's all I get
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills I've got to get back to something real I've got to get back to something real I've got to get back to something real with you
Compositor: Emily Ann Saliers (Emily Saliers) ECAD: Obra #4230983