Driving Home from Shows - Talons'

That winter

I didn’t make a sound

I put my head down

And waited for the warmth to come

But I swore that on the first nice day that I was off

I’d pump up my tires and ride out to the lake

And just stare out

And somewhere out in the blue

I’d learn to feel like I did when I was 20

When everything was new

When everything was huge

That heavy-hearted hope

Like driving home from shows at night

Like driving home from seeing Low for the first time

But I can’t go back there

And I’m looking for something to fill that whole in my heart

That heavy-hearted hope

Like listening to Know By Heart three times in a row

On the way home