When I'm riding home at night, I get in so tired   Till the sores and bows that spell   E-M-P-T-Y      But driving west now, half past five   My skin is cut, my hands are knives   I could be anyone alive   But I just can't fit   And it's too late to quit      When the night it comes to me   I wonder if the days I've lived through count   With the world strung like a rosary   Through faces moving in the crowd   What is the color, and the number   When happiness begins?   When the night waits in the laurels   There's a dream      I've found a clarity I've never known   Fag-end weeks before I left for school   The darkness in the pylons   And the snowcap creosote   Canceling the faces that we knew      Did they get the light inside your eyes?   Those simple words, those lovers' sighs   The hand is dealt, the card is played   But I just can't fit   And it's too late to quit      I saw them and I knew them all   Inside a sheet of flame   I saw them and I knew them all   Inside a sheet of flame      When I 'm riding home at night, I get in so tired   Till the sores and bows that spell   E-M-P-T-Y   E-M-P-T-Y   E-M-P-T-Y