Okkervil River

and we have fun – we go laughing and running
down to the water, there by the sea
where the body just floats like a rowboat
and the moon's like a harbor light lit in this sky
and this picture's got a woman who looks like you
and a guy who looks just like someone I've seen
when it turns out - I hope that it turns out
I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed
embarcadero train station's empty
and I just cannot believe how long it takes
all the way home through the city
and everyone's looking - least, it's nice to believe everyone's looking
this picture's got a woman who looks like you
and a guy who looks just like someone I've seen
when it turns out, I hope that it turns out
I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed
ghostly faces at my living-room window
they are not scared of me 'cause they know I can't hurt them
they press up and see, in the lamp-glow
all of the hurt and the love inside of me
it's their final duty
to see right through me
twelve hours 'til the dawn
but we've got to hold on, hold on to me...
because we'll be running
down to the water this morning
well, nobody waits for you to believe
in ghosts, lit by moonlight or dawning
or in this picture of you and me