It was early afternoon
High above hung the moon
As they waited for the train
To come into view
And their thoughts
Could not be said
Could not be formed
Could not be read
They were caught in between
What’s behind and what’s ahead
But still they hoped
And they dreamed
And they tried to believe
And as they stared down the rails
They saw what they wanted to see
And it’s a thing we do so well
We tell the very best lies to ourselves
They remembered everything
The streets of Rome the Paris spring
The first night and last
And all that came between
And the minutes felt like years
A leap of faith fell to fear
And all they’d planned
Began to disappear
But still they hoped and they dreamed
And they tried to believe
That this long goodbye
Was not all that would be
And it’s a thing we do so well
We tell the very best lies to ourselves
And they tried to say
Everything would be okay
But everything was turning
From blue into grey
And still they hoped
And still they dreamed
And they tried to believe
Lead Vocal Elliot Randall
Guitars Tim Young
Bass and Keys Sam Bevan
Drums Andy Korn
Engineering and Mixing Jaimeson Durr
Recorded at Hyde Street Studio C SF
and Tim’s house in LA
Written and produced by Jeff Shattuck