Billy And The Lost Boys

You were like a window in the rain
Clarity, always so restrained
But I always knew there was something there
And even though it never lasts I'm still painting pictures on the glass for you
Just in case the message might get through
From the fog's left over residue
Reflecting sunlight in mid-June

And though I'm not one to quit
I know when to walk away
So what highway do I take
To watch the miles fade away?

You were like a tired metaphor
No less true than before
And it wasn't that anything had changed
But it seems the easier it gets to say
The faster all it's meaning goes away
And what a part perception plays
When you trade in all your rainy days
For one tsunami wave

You were a long coversation on a short winter day
You were like a run-on sentence when there's nothing left to say
You were something I had lost that wasn't in the lost and found
You were like a foreign film without the subtitles or sound

And though I'm not one to quit
I know when to walk away
So what highway do I take
To watch the miles fall away?