so wake up    & smell the scent on your skin    the night breathes    easily, the subway's wind    carries me back, brings me all the way back in       here's a car that we can drive    come on get in    through the night that rolls in every room    you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend    lord I'll be coming round so soon       & I see the sad young friend has gone away    with his promises his speeches & his poems    but the fields have drifted in to fill his space    like ghosts    like ghosts       here's a car that we can drive come on get in    through the night that rolls in every room    you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend    lord I'll be coming round so soon    lord       & I remember afternoons inside your mother's house    us skipping school & getting high inside    but I can't even think about it anymore I can't fit    my words inside       the afternoons were grey & overwhelming as they fell    to fused lamps & September's clarity    the way back home is lost to us forever in the night    & the leaves    the falling leaves       here's a car that we can drive come on get in    through the night that rolls in every room    you're too beautiful to love these plastic things my friend    lord I'll be coming round so soon    lord