None but the rain streaking bright glow of stop lights
Spin me on down from the back seat down to see what I've found
All of the things that you said
I'm still hearing the things that you said
Some mother's son somewhere falls
No one cares
But she's not that way
For the stranger there will be no doors
No one knows what they're here for
All of the things that you say
I'm hearing the things that you said
So many miles
I got mine on the outs
Just like flying somehow
It's a long way down