Business end of cold Blue and green and gray You're wondering about wandering And waiting in driveways The Apostles dropping down One by two by three And I thought you might head out too As well eventually Swap the water for the tide From a shaky ladder I watched the bird's eye Of your brake lights disappear Round the point into the night Now blue's gone back to red again And junk mail sits unlettered And I'd still say you're coming back If I didn't know any better