I sat in your driveway until the battery died
I called CAA and they showed up in the nick of time
I got back on the highway
And drove a hundred miles
In exactly the wrong direction
I woke up in that same room
At that same motel
I don't think
That I wound up there on purpose
It was something I could do,
Then it was something that I'd done
It was something more than nothing
But a little less than anything at all
The colours in those pictures
Were fading in the sun
So I stuck them in a drawer
Where they got buried under
Bills, receipts, and envelopes and pens
I wasn't using any more
I find them when I'm cleaning
I never throw them out
Which is something more than nothing
But it's not exactly something to be proud about
I thought that I saw you
Is this where you live
I thought that was you when we passed in the parking lot
Sorry for staring, I just couldn't believe it was you
It's been, God, it's been, God, this is weird
I don't know what to say after all these years
So here's something I've held on to
But don't get your hopes up
It's only something more than nothing
It's a whole lot less than anything much
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