waiting for the radio to send its messages in time for time or something won t be paid in full this game is thrown the night is young the day is old wake up when you fall asleep and just throw those bad dreams out into your winding suburban street and your houses locks where you hide the keys are all secrets i will keep and i ll say oh the things you ll never know and i hope that it snows before you go home and fast through the tape at speeds over the icy streets that wire cut right back from me you looked like a painting outside the window of my car and i ll say oh the things you ll never know and i hope that it snows before you go home i m feeling so cold and sick and it s all the same when i m driving down route 6 i won t ever hate you when you fall asleep or tire of the empathy or modality and i will see if i can see and i won t ever leave and i m going to miss you when you go i hope you know and i hope it snows before you go home