Driving out on your own Calling home from the road Standing out in the freezing cold Heading out to the coast Moving parallel with shoreline posts Trailing close behind traveling shows And you had never thought of leaving Till the fourth of July When you woke up in the middle of the night With the window cracked You started to cry I've been changing with the seasons Staring down into a hole Digging up every thought I've known And on the day that it got better When all the colors seemed to turn It felt enough and I just came undone I never thought it would do much To try and talk through all the pain But then you called me in the middle of the day Through a thunderstorm I watched it blow away As you watched the sun get lower A kind of glimmer in your eyes I think I saw something move you inside