Fogged Glass Receipt

(hummm, mmm, hummm)

A jacket left

on the night bus chair

Fogged-up windows, cold midnight air

Next door the porch light is burning bright

Keeping the receipt

for no reason tonight (oh-oh-oh)

Under the quiet of the highway sign

We trace the road and we cross the line (yeah) No looking

back as the engines roar

We find the light we were searching for

Paper fading in an empty drawer

A silent witness to a quiet war

(hummm,

mmm, hummm)