The sun is on the hilltop Casting shadows on things below The afternoon has left the valley cold I raise my eyebrows and grip the dashboard You take the bends like you built the road This is the road you travel Every time you come home The vision awe-inspiring Reception is very poor We listen to tapes rewinding slow This is always exciting When we happen to get along But we seem to end up fighting It? s just an hour or two too long Too long This is the perfect crime When the creek is high On poplar trees the turning leaves Pass the time We? re always asking questions Casting doubts on the things we know The afternoon has left the valley cold If this is a lesson in life If this is a test of love I? ll circle letter D? all of the above Because that? s close enough Close enough This is the perfect crime When the creek is high On poplar trees the turning leaves Pass the time You left your sentence open You left without a sound The words we kept unspoken Bury them in the ground