roam the gloaming of the highway I'll follow your hesitant steps observing the hastening world beside us I lean forward to slow you down nobody watches us from their gla** boxes the days are moving fast ahead shifting in between day and night as the roads curl before them, we're alone hand out your troubles, give me your pain I'll plant them next to the thorns in my veins tie your limbs to my crippled life hang on, I'll carry you around storms lay down and come to rest confusion returns to how it's always been I let you replace the taste of my pain with the comforting of your frail skin