Maybe it's true.
The waning light, it's the denouement.
And your friends they took off,
Off to the rest of their lives.
You know how far it goes.
Like when I crashed on your couch
With my slumbering heart
I was over and out.
Saw you there, through crooked clouds.
I was out on the lawn screaming at cops
When you crashed your car into my heart.
I'll walk the rest of my life on your clovered path
As I'm over and out.