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