International Orange

They painted it international orange To cut through the fog Yeah that bridge has got some mileage And we don't At all I wanted to take you to the Headlands And see the the night sky Take in that art deco legacy And maybe call you mine Mine mine But you play this like a chess game Til it makes my head hurt And I could be steadfast But that would make matters worse Make matters worse Out of the two of us I think you're the fog Diluting up my clarity till I can't see at all All all But if I am steel All I do is rust You can't knock me down Or make this clean and just Make this clean and just I was walking down The street one day The street one day I thought I saw us in another life This time you were the one running After me After me Making sure your hand was in my mine But it was just a mirage in the fog They painted it international orange To cut through the fog