20/20

Pretty sure dreams start in the pockets / Jingling with keys and loose change / Just waiting to open a door / Just waiting to be spent / And nights you begged the moon to show you a way / All you had to do was move your feet / Make some tea / Bare foot on frigid tile

Now I've been putting on my lipstick in the dark / Punishing my reflection for her neglect / For what she couldn't see / The blind spots were the greatness / The blind spots are the greatness

This is why I find comfort in empty parking lots now / Shy of dawn / A single car on the black top / I imagine my mind to be this way / A lonely rest stop / A neon sign for cigarettes blinking sporadically / The graveyard shift

Eventually I found my way back / To the sore thumb of nothingness / A cold engine with the potential for anywhere / I kiss the hood and it purrs for me / Rumbles toward morning / And me and the stick shift make love again / We go forward / And in the glare of the sun comes forth a billboard / It reads “now you understand” / It was always there / In the front seat / In the morning / In your pocket with the house key