Greatest Hits Collection

Knock so I'll know you're still there

Half listening, interpreting the air

Full of failing foreign tongue

My dialect of stammer come undone

I've got these threads of you and I

I use to tie my doubts down

And from four time-zones away

Still yesterday, still talking to the past

From the front seat of your car

Gravel road and falling

Falling hands and falling stars

Start the engine up

I'd like a new identity

A pseudonym, some plastic surgery

Or just some way to disappear

Someone to write me out of here

I hear you hum an unfamiliar song

Thought maybe you would come along

Perhaps you'd like to see

Some piece of this, my new philosophy is that a

Crappy tape deck somewhere

Plays a greatest hits collection

Of strange and tender moments lost

Stranded, and forgotten

I'll meet you there

Something I forgot to say

Can't find a way to make this mark more clear

So crack your skull before you weep

And I'll try to keep some part of me sincere