Shop windows are closed
Like a Sunday
And people are scarce
The power lines heavy with ivy
Sidewalks are quiet as nowhere
The marquee is bare at the movies
There's nothing to see
I miss the dumb places
But mostly the feeling you get
When there's somewhere
When there's somewhere to be
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel trick on the heart
It took a holy mess to keep us apart
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel trick on the heart
We took a long drive through the country
To gather some air
We photographed silos and hay rolls
All of the signposts of nowhere
But it's so hard to bear
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel trick on the heart
If there's a cure for it
Stick out my arm
But it's a cruel, cruel, cruel trick on the heart
My guitar, it just sits in the case anymore
Funny time is so easily wasted
Funny I never caught this before
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel trick on the heart
It took a holy mess to keep us apart
If there's a cure for it
Stick out my arm