Actual joy what are you hiding behind?
I rolled the windows down in the van
Can I summon you up just by grasping enough
At the wind blowing over my hand?
Headphone splitter in the parking lot
We got closer than we usually do
I was hiding from me by putting you in the way
And I can tell that you were hiding from you

Like a flashlight on, following you
I need you
When there’s no moon to see to

Look at my face
We’re too old to run away
And what direction to go anyway?

I’d be following you and you’d be following me
I would turn into you and you would turn into me
Two empty things exchanging emptiness
Just following light, no direction at all
I’ve spent so much of my life with no passion at all
Just want to get lost, point the flashlight and walk