i see my overcoat over your shoulder
and I don't want to put it on
'cause all the roads are frozen over
forget the highway when i'm gone
the warmest eyes are getting colder
they'll melt away out in the sun
you'll understand it when you're older
forget the highway when i'm done
forget the highway when i'm done
i hate to tell you but i saw it coming
don't bother choosing a side
'cause now my eyes are tired of all the running
and i've got nothing to hide
and it's so hard to find the words to say right
and i don't want to say wrong
but if your eyes are tired of all the daylight
just put your sunglasses on
so stop and tell me if i push it too hard
like i've got something to prove
or stop and tell me if i take it too far
the way i always do
'cause i remember you when you were lonely
so it won't be a surprise
when i can see through your sunglasses
and there are tears in your eyes
too weak to surrender, too tired to fight
not looking for answers, just to get through the night
you know i'm crazy for you, you're fucking crazy too
if there were something we could talk about it, 'cause you've got nothing else to do
it might be better for me but i doubt it, i've still got something to prove
so i'm not offering any favors
i expect to get back
and i'm not asking you to be my savior
just try and keep me on track
'cause i don't have any misconceptions
about the way it should be
but i can see through your sunglasses
and you're not looking at me
yeah i can see through your sunglasses
and you're not looking at me
credits
from Sundays,
released August 30, 2008
max horwich: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, mandolin, vox
max lavine: drums
sam moss: violin
ben seretan: bass, piano, banjo
A musical exquisite corpse that I contributed to, organized by an incredible band. All proceeds go to COVID bail funds in NY and Philly. Sewing Machines