It's four in the morning
And you're careful not to wake your family up
Sounds like the driver is early
And you try and pay attention when he talks
That's his daughter on the dashboard
And you hope he's this proud of her
If she ends up just like him

Because he seems like a better fellow than
He thinks he is

It was crazy at the airport
And you'd rather read the news than try to talk
To the woman on your right who
Says, "You don't believe that, do you?"
You ask why, then bite your tongue
And pay attention until she's done

Telling you how this ain't the travesty they say it is
Even if you don't believe that what she's telling you is true
You're still listening to her and him and me

Even now from the Marriott
Where you plugging in you laptop
And untangling your earbuds
Let us know when you can hear us
'Cause my friend, your kind of views

Make me feel like we're less divided than I fear we are
Even if you don't believe the hearts we're working with are true
You're still listening to her and him and me
When it's us who should be listening to you
And it's me I should be listening to you

And if we travel together only ever down this one way street
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Christopher Scott Thile, Thomas Wayland Bartlett