I guess the best that I can do now is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong and to dream about a train that's gonna take me back where I belong - Conor Oberst

On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, "start over."

I think it is more like a ghost
that has been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.
Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest."
Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."