Sometimes I like to think about
The stars that cover you
How they burn out one by one
Until another day is through
You came by when I was sleeping
To unveil your newest plan
We could get to know each other
In the back seat of your van tonight
Angels sing around you
In a chorus all night long
And you transcribe their expressions
In the morning with a song about it
A little swallowed whole
And spat back up on solid ground
I’m the Jonah at the party
And you’re nowhere to be found
So it’s you and me St. Patrick’s Day
And our unlikely plan
We could get to know each other
In the backseat of your van tonight