University Drive shrunk in my rearview
Leaving behind a few loads of laundry
Folded imperfect
Not how he liked them at all
Take leave
The highway god whispered
Turn a blind eye to the life that you've tried here
So long to the big box stores that have opened
Handing out free opening day balloons
This is more than the risk
I set out to take
I'm nothing if not alone here
One two three, two two three, one
Count out the dishes, they're almost done
He's working tonight yes the golden son
And I won't be waiting up
Oh to try, to give it your all
To cut out the coupons, to melt into gold
To plug up the missing parts of the story
The parts that would give it its once and for always
But still the spring it will ride in
Great breezes behind it
To loosen the latches that held closed the cabinets
And all of the best picked
Cans of a shopper will roll round the room
This is more than the mess
We set out to make
We're nothing if not alone here
One two three, two two three, one
Count out the dishes, they're almost done
He's working tonight yes the golden son
And I won't be waiting
I, I won't be waiting
No I won?t be waiting up