And I'm shoeless in a truck stop again. Wandering and wondering where all this f**ing sky had been. And the clouds, they cover nothing but their own tiny divides So I stick my left hand out the window, blow a fist at Sydney's stinking sky And I said, "We said we'd never come back here, now we're never going home. Where the kids drink things they shouldn't and I sneak off to some room alone." You said, "My dear, I am sorry." And I said, "My darling what for?" Together we laughed at exchange rates, both of us so desperate for more And everything looks like a 1970's sunset through the window of the overnight cross-country train. You came home, we stayed indoors and together we prayed for rain. Found something, vast and indescribable and warm amongst the noise of consumption, a**umptions you were wrong. You'd gone and loved me all along And I never felt safer in the arms of a stranger than when we met. But in these last few days I've found peace in your pa**enger seat. Cross-legged on his hardwood floor. Fighting and flying from thoughts. With a secret smile for the corner of the room. And my toothiest grin just got you So desperate for more