If I asked real sweet,
Would you take a ride with me,
To drive down streets that no one else has ever seen?
Red bucket seats with a stereo from 1953.
I knew you before you were born,
And now I've seen an ending worth waiting for.
Under blankets and maps to keep us warm.
My markers made
Out of rows of white birch trees
Lead me to black velvet
dressed in silver rings.
Just like you and me, some things were meant to be.
I knew you before you were born,
And now I've seen an ending worth waiting for.
Under blankets and maps to keep us warm.
To keep us warm.
The paper moon
In the tree branch blue sky
Is cold and brittle on a dark October night.
Dead and withered vines that grew on concrete steam
rail lines.
I knew you before you were born,
And now I've seen an ending worth waiting for.
Under blankets and maps to keep us warm.
Keep us warm.
Keep us warm.
Keep us warm.
