University Drive shrunk in my rearview   Leaving behind a few loads of laundry   Folded imperfect   Not how he liked them at all      Take leave   The highway god whispered   Turn a blind eye to the life that you've tried here   So long to the big box stores that have opened   Handing out free opening day balloons      This is more than the risk   I set out to take   I'm nothing if not alone here      One two three, two two three, one   Count out the dishes, they're almost done   He's working tonight yes the golden son   And I won't be waiting up      Oh to try, to give it your all   To cut out the coupons, to melt into gold   To plug up the missing parts of the story   The parts that would give it its once and for always      But still the spring it will ride in   Great breezes behind it   To loosen the latches that held closed the cabinets   And all of the best picked   Cans of a shopper will roll round the room      This is more than the mess   We set out to make   We're nothing if not alone here      One two three, two two three, one   Count out the dishes, they're almost done   He's working tonight yes the golden son   And I won't be waiting    I, I won't be waiting   No I won�t be waiting up