You can drive past everybody in your carOver these streets that hold you upAnd still remember who you areYou can crash through picture windowsAnd crush corners of the roomYou can call it quits too soonBut will you wait another yearFor the ghosts in the room to disappear?You can send back every letter that there is to be sent backEvery photograph and memoryEvery scrap, 'til the past is torn in dotted linesUntil the past is torn in halfYou believe that you can see thru ? and over secret wallsAnd hold it all in your hands and not wake upAnd run like rain, it runs out of the gutters of this townBut never drown
