The braid from your hair
Rested on your shoulder
Shown in the green light
From the panel of instrumentsThe hairs looked like threads
Woven and were perfect
Shaking when you spoke
And the voice near perfect too
The darkness killed all doubtNot more than an hour
And mostly simple words
Straightened out the corners
And for a short time filled the seams
So no light could break inWithout all the lows
There's no way to describe
Contrast the last of night
Of Jackson and CanadaIf we didn't lie
How could you believe
The closeness in between
The dawn and blue half-light
So little in betweenReenactors reconsider please
The chance to someday let you down
Good as any that you've heard of
At night on your a.m. radioWhen the car doors closed
Eyes were all too tired
There's nothing left to see
There's nothing in between