Brief lies quietly on the passenger side,
Unwanted company on a long, long drive.
It turns down the quiet songs and turns up the dance.
It goes where you go, itís been where youíve been.
Pushing your empty car mile after mile,
Leaves youíre weeping in the wilderness of the supermarket aisle.
And iIn the late night kitchen light it sits in a chair
Watching you pretend that itís not really there, but it is.
So it is and you ask
ďAre you predator or friend? The future or the past?Ē
It hands you your overcoat and opens the door.
You are learning the world again just as before,
But the first time was childhood and now you are grown,
Broken wide open, cut to the bone.
And all that you used to know is of no use at all,
The same eyes youíve always had have you walking in the walls
And the same heart canít understand why itís so hard to feel,
What used to be true, itís now so unreal, but it is.
So it its and you say
ďI wish I were the wind, so that I could blow awayĒ
Brief sits silently on the edge of your bed,
Itís closing your eyes, itís stroking your head.
The dear old companion itís taking aback
Watching you pretend itís not really there.
[Thanks to Jarrett for lyrics]