Fog on the windows
Its night weather outside
We're in the car
Driving steady, not too slow
Not fast enough.

You're looking away
The music's turned on
I am listening
To nothing
To you not making a sound.

The trees dressed in a wet green
The rain is pouring hard tonight
I am crying
For nothing
For you not making a sound.

Just another instance in a tragedy
Just us again underneath these miles
Taking air
In and out
Taking wisdom from the ways of life.

There is fog on our windows
The road is slipping behind
There is air underneath us
I love you, good bye.