stealing sinkholes from the back of your yard
i've been shipping these to the southern pacific
porch swing in your headphones, sizing up the downpour
piling up cassettes, i know you mike the rain
i got the tapes you mailed

dialing phone calls with a pencil eraser
digits cutting through little scraps of paper
ringing into vacuum, a hanging redirect
a dead line introspective lit up in tungsten flame
and i will take the blame

i'm sorry for your loss, i was driving too fast
i'll make it up to you when i get back
i said i'm sorry for your loss, i was driving...

knoxville pulls up, up out of the storm
radio blaring a chance for salvation
and loud, low budget ads
for windows and fast cash
a sudden static crash, and we're back to take your calls
we'll make believers out of y'all

this warehouse bleeds dark out into the sky
as black as it is the air's still absorbent
still damp from the deluge
shuffling through the refuge
cast around my desk by a sixty-watt soft white
you'd love this place at night

i'm sorry for your loss, i was driving too fast
i'll make it up to you when i get back, oh
i said i'm sorry for your loss i was driving ....

if i ever knew what i was holding
if i ever knew what i was holding
i would have let go...

if i ever knew what i was holding
if i ever knew what i was holding
i would have let go by now

call me from the road in the middle of the night
going breakneck for hours and you're out of virginia
sold off all your junk and you're headed for new york
or somewhere else up north, and you won't be coming home
at least you don't think so
and you said

i'm sorry for your loss i was driving too fast
i'll make it up to you if i get back
i said i'm sorry for your loss i was driving... oh

oh oh oh

i'm playing a rain to put me to sleep
nine august i think, and i'm wishing i was built for more speed



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