Gravel Lines

What do you expect from me, after these takes, after this
What do you dream in the afternoon?
I'll never know what's in your head

Out past the cars on the railway
Out past the city's finery
We see our breath and connection
Underneath these gravel lines

You, you stole a page from the blanks
How do you weigh all of our fears?
Typical, isn't it typical
That someone like me would invite you in

We took a drive in the country
Your photographs were never mine
slapped in the face by the questions
Posed by these gravel lines

Out past the cars on the railway
Out past the city's finery
We see our breath and connection
Underneath these gravel lines