Lying on the backseat, I'm sick Ashamed of the things I did The radio is whispering, and I'm hardly listening Something is missing And it's keeping me awake I turn the engine on Rubbing my hands til' it's warm The windshield is frozen And the stoplight is broken And I was just hoping that you might call My sweet isolation, is pulling me apart And I feel it most, when it's after dark And how did this happen? Why? I don't know I think I'm done here I want to come home So I hear you talking again And you don't approve of the places I've been No I don't love her But she offered me comfort But comfort mean nothing If it don't come from you My foolish decisions Are pulling me apart I feel it most when it's after dark How did this happen? Why? I don't know I think I'm done here I want to come home