You said "I like to sit in the passenger seat
I like how the world gets pulled towards me
All the neon lights and parking spots
Like the stargate of the odyssey astronaut"
We meet the right people with the right kind of sadness
Who know the right words to give to the madness
And reasons to doubt the educated guess
Of the guys at the door in their Sunday best
We were thrift store rats and estate sale vultures
Picked through to piecemeal our own new culture
Wearing graphic tees with ironic platitudes
Like "Iguana Sleep" and "Watch Your Cattitude"
Houndstooth, herringbone, and highwater pants
Do a sideways shuffle, and a two-step dance
To parade down the street in a zigzag line
As we both sing to each other that
It's just fine to not solve all the riddles
I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night
But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little
Just for one second I want to give you just a little light
You said "I like the way that you sing that song
I even kind of like how you sing it wrong"
You were waving your hand out in the breeze
As we drove through the rows of Joshua trees
Always at the wrong times in all the right places
Forget all the names, but remember the faces
Falling in love and falling apart
A brittle conscience for tender hearts
Always fumbling through to try to figure it out
Never flatten the map to plot the route
We just stick to the words that we know how to rhyme
So we can both sing to each other that
It's just fine to not solve all the riddles
I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night
But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little
Just for one second I want to give you just a little light
I like the thing that you said last week
Over the daytime soaps and the washing machines
It was something about how we don't choose life
But it chooses us, and we just make it right
We're living proof that some things work
You've got to shake the dust and wipe the dirt off
And stand up straight and get right back in
And try and try and try again
We keep up with modern technology
Spirit trips, and armchair psychology
It's not perfect but it's something to hold
Before we were us I was a little cold
Making five-point turns when I parallel park
And forgetting the lights when I drive in the dark
I guess I still do the same, but I've a partner in crime
Someone to tell me that
It's just fine to not solve all the riddles
I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night
But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little
Just for one second I want to give you just a little light