Smell the air, smell the feedback
Paint the road electro-pure
Touch your hair, push the seat back
I feel, I know, I'm sure
Stop at the place just off the square
We can take all the pictures and we'll take all the prose
Resend the frozen moments No one has to know
And I can pull my arm out of socket - you can pull up the blinds
Sing while the ceiling fan turns in time
By the door, by the magazines, there's your coat, left for months
When it hit, when the weather changed,
Who would question you'd be back?
If you want, even otherwise, I'll save the room just this way
Up until you stop by, some night