It's a prime time of night to walk five miles And beat the sarcastic Florida sunrise. I'll float through streets, they're like filing cabinets, But each is a life. That fact hurts, but it feels right. I bet they've got a dog, And strange grocery preferences, Still in love through irrelevant differences. I forgot to grab a sweater or proper shoes. I've been out here for hours, Still thinking of you. And I wonder where I'd pass out if I walked straight to Brooklyn. I wonder what the outlets in your room look like. You said that you could be somewhere While wishing things were different, I wonder if he knows that about you.