They're packing up the polling booths And pulling down the posters As the sun sets on the primary school And the street lights flicker on Across the town your mother left behind At a bittersweet 16 You're trying to convince me That the government is gone And you're not one for anecdotes But remember our delight As we drank to absent votes At the chance that you were right ♪ It was a disappointing sunset Only 'cause my hopes were much too high We took some beers down to the landlocked jetty And looked across the lake At the detritus of election night In a town without a traffic light Curling at the edges Like a pre-loved paperback And you're not one for anecdotes But remember our delight And we drank to absent votes It was just a perfect night Then a solitary sail The softness of the light The moon, a fingernail The chance that you were right The chance that you were right