Woods walls and neon signsnThey're all elbows and eyesnAnd how they speak makes sense to the soundnOf the rain outside.nnThey'll make it sound so cheap;nLike mornings are all this fine.nSleeping through tears and slippery nights that will soon cake and drynI'm not asking why.nnWe left a note in your car in a place where you'll looknand you'll find out on the way back home, the sunset is someone's.nnFrom fast clouds to clear sky,nNo one's asking whynThrough reflections and handprintsnI can still see for miles.nnI see couches I could sleep onnAnd tell a hundred storesnOf fatherless friends and friendless fathersnAnd those who'll notice that some can stay in while some are left out, nAnd somehow we all fall asleep tonight.