The flowers on the side of highway 95 shout to me as I go by but I don’t listen ‘Cause I know what they’re saying it’s the name in all my prayers it’s the sound of the combustion in my engine And I used to ride the T and you’d sit across from me and I’d try to touch your hand but you were gone And I’d wish that the T would go under the sea but we’d always go downtown and I’d get off If only I could be a runway light So I could guide you home on redeye flights If only I could live inside a song And be with you wherever it goes on Wherever it goes on I went to Las Vegas and I found a poker table and I tried to gamble you away You were my only card, oh, my lucky queen of hearts and I lost you cheatin’ cards oh I gave you away And the odometer dial read a hundred thousand miles and now I’m ready for another hundred K I know what I saw it was a streetlight in the fog it was God sitting in Southwest Harbor, Maine If only I could be a runway light So I could guide you home on redeye flights If only I could live inside a song And be with you wherever it goes on Wherever it goes on You don’t have to believe me, ‘cause I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw You don’t have to believe me, ‘cause I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw You don’t have to believe me, ‘cause I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw You don’t have to believe me, ‘cause I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw, I know what I saw If only I could be a runway light So I could guide you home on redeye flights If only I could live inside a song And be with you wherever it goes on

The city’s all around and my mouth tastes like chamomile and honey And I wanna go downtown but my Charlie Card ain’t got no money I’m a tightrope away from the coldness of space feeling small And I’m empty inside ‘cause I know I could stumble and fall Should I call your telephone line? Or get drunk on champagne with cheap whiskey and wine? ‘Cause it’s after midnight and I am afraid Just one false step and the tightrope will break The city’s all around and my mouth tastes like Tennessee Honey And I’d fly home to you but I ain’t got the time or the money ‘Cause I’d rather be out drinking than at home on the porch With a paper and pen and my voice gone hoarse Writin’ songs about missing you When I oughta just be calling your phone But the slur in my voice says that now’s not the time When I’ve drank the last drops of my ten dollar wine ‘Cause it’s after midnight and I don’t love you anymore The chamomile and honey tastes like bitter truth So why don’t we leave together tonight I’ll fly you home cheap on a redeye flight And we could go east to the morning sun Leave it all behind when the night is done