In a 91 that still runs but barely
Writing your name on the fog on winter windows in the morning
In a life like the tree branches on my street
Clipped back to make room for the power lines to pass
Please describe the details to me On the window in backseat it is snowing
Pieces falling down all around me In the dark watching for sparks of recovery
Everything’s alright
We’ll be home in just a few more miles
Souls of the dead are dancing
Mary-Anne dream in bed where you were sleeping
Dead yellow flowers on the dash to remember
What really keeps this cracked engine running
Please describe the details to me On the window in the backseat it’s snowing
Pieces falling down all around me In the dark watching for sparks of recovery
Everything’s alright
We’ll be home in just a few more miles
Bear flags and primary colours
On the wall to remember the real meaning of failure
Golden mistakes
These decisions that we’re making on an icy road at night and it’s snowing
Pieces falling down all around me In the dark watching for sparks of recovery
Everything’s alright
We’ll be home in just a few more miles