Driving homeward, moving slower each mile The kind of rush you hope will take a while Stuck in the evening Quiet greetings, tv streaming, no sound That's when they told me what the scans had found And changed all the hallways It's when your eyes close, the moment you brace Right before you're hit by what you saw coming Now, when I see you, I can feel how you've changed You sealed some letters for a future day In case you're not speaking It's not clear when what we fear might come true Like a pilot losing altitude Desperately gliding So now, we'll brace as ground comes near And hope we'll be prepared for what we saw coming