I wrote a record to highlight you in song By the time I was done, it was fall The trees have lost their leaves They look like skeletons With piles on the on the ground from all their broken bones The twenty minute drive felt more like twenty-four And I can't shake the feeling of Somerset anymore Stayed up late to reevaluate the meanings See where I went wrong Pass the cemetery Get on the highway right by your house It's the dead things that haunt me And I just want to feel alive again