Staring Down the Sun

I know it's foolish, and I feel so wrong

But I've been holding this candle up to the sun for much too long

But when the day takes its leave of the night

I can cast aside the flame

But the morning brings obsession and obsession brings that vigil on again

Not too sentimental, but I want you to know

That I drove past your street tonight on my way back from a show

I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose

And I could feel your sweet eyes, watching headlights roll by

Maybe you noticed one, swept by a little too slow

And on down that road

On down that road

We ask these questions, then we cover our ears

But I think a question unanswered's much worse than an answer you don't want to hear

When your silence grows wings and your doubts start to travel

Now the seams between the virtual and real they unravel now

What have you done?

Don't you know not to stare into the sun

But on down that road?

But on down that road?

But on down that road

What have you done? Don't you know not to stare into the sun?