My confusion corner commuters
Are cursing the cold away
As December tries to dissemble
The length of their working dayAnd they bite their mitts off
To show me transfers, deposit change
And I can't stop finding your face
In their faces all rearrangedAnd angry like you never wereAnd I ease us back into traffic
Dusk comes on and I wonder
Why I'm always remembering you
At civil twilightFor the most part I think
About golfing and constantly calculate
All the seconds left in the minutes
And so on, etceteraOr recite the names of provinces
And Hollywood actors
Oh, Ontario, oh, Jennifer Jason LeighBut this part of the day bewilders meStreets slow down and ice over
Dusk comes on and I struggle
To stop, to stop, to stop thinking of you
At civil twilightHey, every other hour I pass that house
Where you told me that you had to go
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack
That I stared at instead of staring back at youMy chance to say something
Seemed so brief but it wasn't
Now I know I had plenty of timeBetween the sunset and certified darkness
Dusk comes on and I follow
The exhaust from memory up to the endAt civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight
Songwriters
Stephen Allan Carroll;Greg Smith;Jason Tait;John SamsonPublished by
WEAKERTHANS, THE