text: Knock so Ill know youre still there
  Half listening, interpreting the air
  Full of failing foreign tongue
  My dialect of stammer come undone
  Ive got these threads of you and I
  I use to tie my doubts down
  And from four time-zones away
  Still yesterday, still talking to the past
  From the front seat of your car
  Gravel road and falling
  Falling hands and falling stars
  Start the engine up
  Id like a new identity
  A pseudonym, some plastic surgery
  Or just some way to disappear
  Someone to write me out of here
  I hear you hum an unfamiliar song
  Thought maybe you would come along
  Perhaps youd like to see
  Some piece of this, my new philosophy is that a
  Crappy tape deck somewhere
  Plays a greatest hits collection
  Of strange and tender moments lost
  Stranded, and forgotten
  Ill meet you there
  Something I forgot to say
  Cant find a way to make this mark more clear
  So crack your skull before you weep
  And Ill try to keep some part of me sincere