Greatest Hits Collection Lyrics

Knock, so I'll know you're still there
Half listening, interpreting the air
Full of failing foreign tongue
My dialect of stammer come undoneI've got these threads of you and I
I use to tie my doubts down
And from four times-zones away
Still yesterday, still talking to the pastFrom the front seat of your car
Gravel road and falling
Falling hands and falling star
Start the engine upI'd like a new identity
A pseudonym, some plastic surgery
Or just a way to disappear
Someone to write me out of hereI 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 aCrappy tape deck somewhere plays
A greatest hits collection

Strange and tender moments lost
Stranded and forgottenI'll meet you there
I'll meet you thereSomething 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