Oh, the heavens they lined up right

For my ‘93 heap that July

When I shined my lights down your driveway at night

Oh God, oh me, oh my

Anchored there in my eyes

Building up the archive

How the truth in a lie brushes past with a sigh

Oh god, oh me, oh my

Will I be 50 years old?

Watching my kid leave home?

And shining lights down your driveway at night

Oh God, oh me, oh my

What kind of love made it through?

Chasing the heart out of you

It comes back again, an impossible friend

Oh God, oh me, oh my

The heavens they lined up right

For my ‘93 heap that July

When I shined my lights down your driveway at night

Oh God, oh me, oh my

More and more, I find myself hating you some days

But still needing you always

More and more

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More and more, I want to throw us both to the riptide

Still lay with you seaside

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