It's late. Or early.

finger painted blue and pink
across that cool
evening sky
and i'll always take
the long way home
i'll always take my time

speaking of you
there you go
in and out of where you used to live
somewhere inside
of me, there you go
in and out of where you used to be...

...and i'll always take
the long way home
i'll always take my time

the air so cool
against my open palm
with all the cars
going the other way
watching the ribbon of pavement
just spiral
on out...

...yea, i always take
the long way home
i always take my time

but that's alright
if only for tonight
that's alright



Sheesh. It is almost 2:30 in the morning. Thanks Fleet Foxes - you've kept me up. Again. ;)