The city shines
A silver street lamp glistens in the snow
Shiver as I'm walking by
Just knowing what I know
I guess this wild wanderlust
Just got out of control
Wish I could apologize
And come in from the cold

Where are you going?
Or where you been?
Questions that you'll never ask again

I heard the words
I took my turn
Another eulogy
Not sure I can hang if this
Is how it's gonna be
We reminisce on innocence
Then plunge into the sea
The Super 8 keeps flickering
With choppy memories

Spent decades in search of
What meant so much to you
Then sold the whole collection
Because the rent was due

You clenched your fist
And threw the dish
And called me Peter Pan
Your aim's not very accurate
And I thank God for that
Although I told you many times
I'm not much of a man
You held out hope
Believing that at least I might pretend
Vacuumed up all of the fairy dust
Held Savasana on the floor
Just felt like dying
When you thought of us
You clapped your hands
And hoped for an encore

So young and sunburnt
We walked on an empty beach
The surface was so shiny
With nothing underneath

There's tulips in the wheelbarrow
There's cherries in the tree
There's a comet in the sky at least
One night a century
And I will always wait for you
If you will wait for me
Like a baby or apocalypse
That we will never see

Little infant in a plastic box
Shedding incubator tears
She doesn't know yet what a comet does
You're approaching even as you disappear

"We used to have these like bins"
"I know, they were so cool"
There were thousands of them"

"When you're alone, and you're not, doesn't really matter"
"Consider the source"

"Sorry baby, I was dreaming of you, you were in my dreams"

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Writer(s): Conor Oberst, MiWi La Lupa, Nathaniel Walcott