You grab your jacket and your keys
And you put your new shoes on
You'll see the metaphysical apparitions
That appear before the dawn
You'll have it all
One less way to fall
But through the muddy slush
And slop and slime
You'd think that you
Could still find the time to stall
It's the weirdest little thing
When you put it into words
When you're passing through a tiny town
That no one's ever heard of
'Til it's gone
Driving towards the dawn
Memories flash through windshields
Like leaves out on the lawn
A busy brick-built square
And a courthouse for the town
Where you could live a life
Get married, settle down
It could've been you
A quiet life for two
But all those vintage cars
And mason jars
No amount will ever change
That lonely blue
Passing picket fences
And 100,000 farms
Where a million bovine friends
Fall asleep inside the barns
Their days are sweet
Just like you and me
They graze out in the pasture
Until we turn them into meat
But the people all out there
Are so tangible and kind
A loving wife and a happy home
To give them peace of mind
That's who they are
Numbered like the stars
They work days and sleep nights
Pillow fights and camping in the yard
Sunny days make a simple life
She knitted you a scarf made out of yarn
Sleep for a little longer
Hit snooze on your alarm
Homemade meals and reading lights
The people you love
Right there in your arms