Gusts of filth slit the wintry air
We stood where trains won’t even dare
When the call comes in you know
What’s going on in that home

Wrote you a letter ‘cause life is precious
You were homeward bound
Toward the sound of silence
Stuck here under April skies
Old friend, you’re between planets
And it doesn’t…

Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before

I miss your look of intensity
East and West and what “Emma” means
Boys and girls of D.I
What it truly means to be kind
But it doesn’t…

Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before
I made your mother cry when you went away
It’s the day after the perfect day
Everything’s telling me that he’s gone
You say you’re here but you aren’t
Red cloaks and wistful faces
All rise for the ever-restless
I guess I always knew
That this would happen to you
And you’d see it through
And it doesn’t…

Sound good like music in a record store
Feel warm like someone you never felt before
Made your mother cry when you went away
It’s the week after the perfect day

Made your mother cry when you went away
And there are no more perfect days