Setting Up Sunday

Disreguard what we know Well your voice is so low Will I stay Will I go this evening See the light on the rail Reflect red off the tail lights In front of us. Slowly leading. Heed my warning my darling Don't let the twilight drown Feel the shoreline thriving Turn around Turn around Turn around Well we pull of the road, Sinking slow, sinking slow And the gravel recedes into dust