Should've wrote this one down In the golden evening Before she figured it all out To hesitate, as the tides drag away The refrain That we keep selling to ourselves Expressway to AC And let it ride Told you I was unhappy And as unsure as I was then I'm trying not to admit Casino air, and your windswept hair And the shorebirds I'd rather find myself alone In the golden evening When she figured me all out She storms away, And I'm deaf to her graces The boardwalk's just calling our faults Expressway to AC And let it ride Told you I was unhappy And as unsure as I was then I'm trying not to admit Casino air, and your windswept hair And the shorebirds I'd rather find myself alone The lonely melodies that we hum to ourselves Are more often than not Dysfunctional too (I'm not reliving, but drowning) As much a part of me as I am of you And I'm thinking we should talk this one over All the letters I would've liked to have written you Are stuck between chords and the notes that we cling to So glad you held on, but I can't help But see through The song, and the sea And myself as an actor But when I said that, doll, I swear that I meant it Your muse and your curse And your heart, as an anchor The ones that we turn to Let's just bury october