You said "I like to sit in the passenger seat I like how the world gets pulled towards me All the neon lights and parking spots Like the stargate of the odyssey astronaut" We meet the right people with the right kind of sadness Who know the right words to give to the madness And reasons to doubt the educated guess Of the guys at the door in their Sunday best We were thrift store rats and estate sale vultures Picked through to piecemeal our own new culture Wearing graphic tees with ironic platitudes Like "Iguana Sleep" and "Watch Your Cattitude" Houndstooth, herringbone, and highwater pants Do a sideways shuffle, and a two-step dance To parade down the street in a zigzag line As we both sing to each other that It's just fine to not solve all the riddles I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little Just for one second I want to give you just a little light You said "I like the way that you sing that song I even kind of like how you sing it wrong" You were waving your hand out in the breeze As we drove through the rows of Joshua trees Always at the wrong times in all the right places Forget all the names, but remember the faces Falling in love and falling apart A brittle conscience for tender hearts Always fumbling through to try to figure it out Never flatten the map to plot the route We just stick to the words that we know how to rhyme So we can both sing to each other that It's just fine to not solve all the riddles I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little Just for one second I want to give you just a little light I like the thing that you said last week Over the daytime soaps and the washing machines It was something about how we don't choose life But it chooses us, and we just make it right We're living proof that some things work You've got to shake the dust and wipe the dirt off And stand up straight and get right back in And try and try and try again We keep up with modern technology Spirit trips, and armchair psychology It's not perfect but it's something to hold Before we were us I was a little cold Making five-point turns when I parallel park And forgetting the lights when I drive in the dark I guess I still do the same, but I've a partner in crime Someone to tell me that It's just fine to not solve all the riddles I know it hurts and you can't sleep through the night But just for one second, we can act like nothing's little Just for one second I want to give you just a little light