In a wasteland of strangers I sought advice from a 
friend.
And he cast his dreams upon me: try and catch a comet 
in a net.
While I was stranded in thins high school kiss, you 
kept like honey to my lips.
But did you really want this station, if it means 
youhave to die.
If it means you get off the ride.
Well I forgot to worry because you made a case for me 
to sing.
I thank you.
Splash water on my face a mirror makes a map to trace.
The lines escape my razors paint, pastoral scenes 
replaced.
Soon those distant planes in your kaleidoscope you'd 
cross the sky to tie a scarf around my neck.
And you love to ride electric trains and go or stay 
till you're back there before I can run away like that 
ever again.
I forgot to worry now you made a case for me to sleep.
I thank you.
Thank you for the patience and your thought for words, 
our kids, our dream, your arms around me.
On through the changes it wasn't hard to get by on 
crumbs.
As wolves we starve to tame out wanting.
Long to be hungry as we were.
As I film my mind with a dream tonight, our days align 
nights sharp decents.
Wll, I'm not looking for dead ends as I go running out 
into the cold.
I was worried about running out alone.
I don't need to worry now, you made a case for me to 
sing.
I thank you.
Thank you for your patience and the thought for words, 
our kids in a dream, your arms around me.
I don't often wonder how they built a train, with 
tracks and steam, add wine, so sweat, to film my mind.
We take our time, we take our time.
We take all.
We take off.
We take our time to drive on, to drive home, to drive 
on through, to drive straight through town.
Cause it doesn't end.
The future doesn't hide.
And it doesn't bend.
Wrinkle, wrinkle,
And I'm beginning to like my face.