Scenes from Your Favorite Mystery Novel

Taking pictures, with a camera that I found on your change dresser as I walked in while you slept in bed.
I tucked her in, I kissed her head.
And outside I hear Chad and Bill, dancing like they always will.
The center of that living room.
And then they will break something soon.
And on that couch the empty seats,
of people who I'd love to meet.
And probably will when the time comes.
I listen as that radio still hums, to me, right, to me, right now.
Doing 80 down the highway as she mentions, sings the lullabies into my head
She swears she's one small instrument.
And every car I pass along, is one more car closer to home.
To everything I know and love.
Cuz thats all I've been thinking of.
And as I exit slowing down, I think of where I am right now, and how good luck could suck me out.
I park the car.
The song begins to shout, to me, right, to me, right now.
And all I want, is time, to figure out if everything is fine.
And if its not, well then I know I'll be alright.
Yeah I'll get through it, I always do.
Standing with our backs against the wall tonight.
Nothing they can say will make this right.
They'll never get it right.
4:11, Monday morning, everything I had is gone.
My tired eyes search for some light, but fail to find it in the night.
The clock is laughing at me now.
I wish I would stop thinking 'bout everything I've loved and lost.
The ones I hurt, when they were gone, did they think of me, I have my doubts.
I wish that they would all be crying out to me, right, to me, right now.
Standing with our backs against the wall tonight.
Nothing they can say will make it right.
They'll never get it right.