Counting Exits

(ahhhh) A jacket hanging on the chair outside

Underneath your window

where the dark clouds hide

Blocked your number but I still can't leave

Watching how the cold air starts to breathe

It's a quiet drive through the empty street

Tracing lines where the shadows meet

Only late-night friends counting exits now

Trying to forget what we

can't allow (hmmmmm)

My friend calls up from a different state

Says the hour is getting far too late

He's counting exits in a crowded room

While I am driving through this silent gloom

Counting exits in the dark... (ahhhh)