35 Degrees

Must be 35 degrees outside
Blinds drawn, clock says half past five
I’m not playing dead, and I’m too old to hold my breath
no tears were shed, I swam in rivers instead
Out there, over the ocean
Sometimes, maybe I can hear you
Sighing at the stars, as they drift up off the ocean
Or maybe in a bar, sipping on your poison
I heard an older man once say
Love like a bird flies away
Last time I saw it it was thumbing a ride
But I was going the other way
And out there on the western highway
Cars drift out of the horizon
Oh out into the blue,
Driving with their lights on
Oh out into the blue
I’m so tired of loving you.
I heard an older man once say
Love like a bird flies away
Last time I saw it it was thumbing a ride
But I was going the other way