[Jake Ewald]

Standing at your intersection

Misinterpreting direction

See you from across the backyard

Fucked up by a good friend's wedding card

Every day, I walk away

But I don't get very far

I know your every secret

I know your every sound

But here I stare on from the fence

This old hungry bloodhound

Pretending in unending joy

To hate to be alone

To adore the great unknown

When all I know is you

And all you are is home

The words don't sound the same

When we speak over the phone

Father stops to ask a question

Haven't seen this place since last election

New kids all in deviant hairdos

Spilling beer on family heirlooms

The guys would like to go out tonight

But I don't know if I care to

Your hands are on my shoulders

Your hands are on my neck

Your eyes meet mine, suggesting

That I should not be upset

At Heathrow, there will be no band

As murderous as mine

One round of stock white wine

And as I sunk to sleep

My hampered heart did pine

I should not say I love you

But I feel it all the time

Standing at your intersection

Misinterpreting direction

Send out for a pizza and pray

Everything is answered one day