Driving Home from Shows

That winter
I didn’t make a sound
I put my head down
And waited for the warmth to come
But I swore that on the first nice day that I was off
I’d pump up my tires and ride out to the lake
And just stare out
And somewhere out in the blue
I’d learn to feel like I did when I was 20
When everything was new
When everything was huge
That heavy-hearted hope
Like driving home from shows at night
Like driving home from seeing Low for the first time
But I can’t go back there
And I’m looking for something to fill that whole in my heart
That heavy-hearted hope
Like listening to Know By Heart three times in a row
On the way home