Subdivisions - The Weather Station

Got in the car and the cold metallic scent of snow

Caught in my throat as I reached out to turn on the radio

The unfamiliar songs, the voices sing of love

And of wanting to dance and to sing in the rhythm of

The road was overwhelmed with snow piled high in all the ditches

I drove as though I did not understand all the divisions

The yellow signs and the painted lines

And the order they envisioned was so clear

I joined the steady line of cars on the highway

As though I was going home, but I drove the wrong way

Past the looming walls of subdivisions

Out past the strip malls, white fields, and gas stations

I wanted just to call you then, but still I knew I couldn’t

I left you back at home because I simply could not do it

Tell you I could be with you when I could see right through it

Our whole life

But what if I misjudged

In the wildest of emotion?

I took this way too far

The highway disembodied from the rest of my experience

A narrow band of ice that stretched across the disappearance

Of the central plan, the guiding hand

The keeping-up appearance of a life

But what if I misjudged

In the wildest of emotion?

What if I misjudged

In the wildest of emotion?

Did I take this way too far?