The neighbors all had gone home The warm air felt just right The slow buzz of street lamps Gave off the purest light We looked around for strangers But we only found one He told us we could have the moon Or melt beneath the sun I don't know What it all meant But I know It was important I don't know What it all meant Time to go Invent the present We drove across the Midwest Looking for buried bones We drove across the Midwest We took Saint Mary's Road The summer night rolled off of your red car I never knew we'd ever get this far The wind blew across my face And this taste of heaven Would never be here again