Day one still a cold telephone and you're Rubbing your eyes the wrong way the less You know about in betweens the more time Will pass by circling cities for night life And you say daytime cities are old conversations Too old and if so where were you at two and Where are the reels i left in the car so far So maybe a day drive will dry your eyes had Hourly thoughts written down in quarters at Seven twenty seven there's paper on the floor One eye open and no ink to write and nothing To write