your father was right there's no better view the lights in the sign have a picture of you now we're driving through the dawn from a place that we knew and we're leaving it behind in the car's rear view i heard you talking in your sleep about the people we would meet in some imaginary place let's call it grace if i were a luckier man i'd have some job in a bu*tercup bank the rivers would flow with the glint of gold and the jokes i tell they would never get old as it is i am lucky enough i have my friends and i have my health i have my job and it keeps us fed and as i sing i can see you sleeping in our bed your father was right there's no better view the lights in the sign are a picture of you now we're talking through the night in a mood that we know are we getting anywhere? i guess time will show i tell you softly to believe in people, language, and in me and in return i'd be the breeze so calmly cooling you