They're packing up the polling booths   And pulling down the post-its   As the suns sets on the primary school   And the streetlights flicker on      Across the town your mother left behind   At a bittersweet sixteen   You're trying to convince me   That the government is gone      And you're not one for anecdotes   But remember our delight   As we drank to absent votes   At the chance that you were right      It was a disappointing sunset   Only 'cause my hopes were much too high   We took some beers down to the landlocked jetty   And looked across the lake      At the detritus of election night   In a town without a traffic light   Curling at the edges   Like a pre-loved paper bag      And you're not one for anecdotes   But remember our delight   And we drank to absent votes   It was just a perfect night      Then a solitary sail   The softness of the light   The moon a fingernail   The chance that you were right