Now the sun awakes,nbut I can't see for morning fog.nHome I'll ride my brakes.nAutumn's here, I'm not.nAutumn's here, I'm not.nnI stayed hours ago,nin blooming woods off 45,nby a winding road.nIt's cold and I will hitchhike.nI am guilty this time.nnOnly not the way you'd think.nSee, I've banished hearts so low.nAnd a vision just won't sinknof a single man, nlooking for a place to go.nAs I looked at him and saidnyou're no one that I know.nnThat itself is false,nbut I can't see for mourning him.nHaven't slept at all.nI think I can outrun my sin.nThink I can outrun my sin.nnHe swallows pills and drinks.nI swallow my apology.nThis no one that I know,nI didn't get that he is me.nThis time I am guilty.